Bikini Baristas Have Taken Over the Pacific Northwest
A MIXED INDUSTRIAL NEIGHBORHOOD IN PORTLAND, OR,
in the shadow of a "There IS evidence for GOD" billboard and a medical marijuana dispensary (503-384-WEED), sits a tiny pink shack with blue trim. This Barbie-doll shed of a building is home to Hot Bikini Brew, where owner and head barista, Mandy, can be found most weekdays, serving up espresso drinks in little more than lingerie and a smile.
"Want your yoosh?" Mandy asks a goateed man in a Ford F150. (Yoosh = usual.)
"You know it," the man says, dropping a buck and some change into a plastic tip bucket.
The kiosk is snug, thanks to a whirring space heater, and smells of espresso and Mandy's Love Addict body spray.
The floors inside are elevated, and there are two fully functioning drive-thru windows, giving customers a clear view of the 29-year-old’s tanned physique, sparkling belly chain, and pansy-and-ivy tramp stamp. While Mandy tamps the grounds, a steady stream of dudes casts mostly furtive glances at her flawless, practically bare buttocks. Less-coy customers gape openly, clearly appreciative of her way with the steam wand.
"Cold today," she says to Mr. Yoosh over her shoulder.
"Downright nippley," he replies.
"You have no idea how nasty people can be to clothed baristas. My customers here are really nice."