Coffee at The Goat Farm: The Warhorse

I’ve been to some really cool coffee spots- but there’s nothing quite like The Warhorse at the Atlanta Goat Farm.

 

So how did I get here to begin with? What would somehow lead me to a small bucolic piece of Atlanta, right in the heart of the city, practically a stone’s throw from Georgia Tech? And why do they have coffee here?

 

As many of my adventures start, it would begin with a photo shoot for L.Windham designs. Remember this one?

 

 

 

 

My dear friend from good ol Westside High School days, Tyrone Myrick, was photographing me for L.Windham designs. And he has a space at The Atlanta Goat Farm. Backup and let me explain the Atlanta Goat Farm a bit. You drive in the heart of Atlanta, for me, looping around all of Georgia Tech’s campus and winding up near Atlantic Station to pull up to a goat farm. I’ll admit, I was confused at first, with the multiple building and no real certain labels on them. Tyrone told me there was a coffee shop on the premise, and I only saw one sign that appeared to possibly point in more than one general direction.

 

 

 

 

I felt like a city girl lost in the middle of South Georgia who had been directions like “go over yonder there and turn after the 4th fork in the road next to Ma and Pa’s house”. WTH. I didn’t want to ask anyone for help, and I didn’t really see anyone anyway. Except for the chickens. Cluck cluck.

 

 

 

 

Luckily, just as I was giving up and heading to what looked like a familiar modern independent coffee shop in apartments across the street, I ran in to someone and asked for directions. I was told to go under the arch and take a right. Believe it or not- there was only one arch in the general direction he pointed in so I was good to go.

 

 

 

 

I hooked a right once I came out of the tunnel, as it was really the only direction I could go in, and only saw one door to approach. Slightly frustrated and apprehensive all at once I approached it, and it was only once I was right up on it that I saw lettering on the door.

 

 

 

 

 

At first I wasn’t even sure if they were open, there were no obvious signs for life. But I decided just to go on inside and see what was happening.

 

Upon entry, there’s an older gentleman sitting at a desk, and some kind of menu outlined on the wall behind him. The room is very much made to feel like your grandparents living room married with some kind of old fashioned library. It almost feels like one has stepped in to something from the Narnia books.

 

 

 

 

 

A little bit intimidated by the unfamiliar set up, I asked the gentleman what he recommended I order. He recommended their black coffee, so I went with that and added a little bit of cream- no sugar.

 

It was actually quite good and didn’t need the sugar anyway. Aside from the really good coffee, the environment was really cool. Oh and, there are no prices. You just pay what you think they should get. I, apparently, paid too much as he insisted on giving me change- saying ” this isn’t Starbucks!”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

All in all, this is a very cool spot- if you can manage to find it. I enjoyed it for their good, simple coffee and their mix of a hippie-commune-British-library-like atmosphere amongst a goat farm & artists-maker space in the middle of the big city. It’s everything that should not work together and yet, somehow, does.

 

 

Love to all y’all,

 

Molly