At Coo Coo’s Coffee, every cup tells a story—and ours began in Seattle with a mocha, a laugh, and a dream.
You see, I used to hate coffee. That is, until I had a raspberry iced mocha. It wasn’t just the flavor that won me over—it was the moment. A shared experience. And it opened the door to something so much bigger.
My mom, originally from Seattle, loved coffee. She loved people even more. And she had this spark—the kind that turns strangers into friends and ordinary days into something warm and meaningful. Together, we turned our shared love for great coffee and community into a shop that lasted over 13 incredible years. It wasn’t always easy, but it was always worth it. Coffee became our craft, our connector, our calling.
One of our very first customers—Lisa—became one of our longest friendships. She didn’t just order a mocha; she helped inspire a coffee culture built on kindness and connection. That’s the magic of this place: once you’re part of the crew, you’re family.
