The Kaffeeklatsch

One of the greatest places in Huntsville to get coffee! My favorite thing is the AMAZING selection of beans! We came by before heading back home to Orlando & bought a couple bags (they grind it for you if needed) & fell in love instantly. The employees were super helpful & kind, which made the entire experience even better. A couple weeks ago we ended up visiting their website & found out that we could order more online! The shipping was a little steep, but hey, it’s great coffee so I don’t mind. It is now a staple in our cupboard!

Seemed to be closed permanently when I visited a couple months ago – can any locals tell me if its open for business? Most photos are years old. One of beans 2 mos ago
I love What it looks like so I’m looking forward to coming in if I find it it is actually open

I just completed my annual visit to my favorite coffee vendor to pick up a year’s supply, and there’s not much I can add to last year’s review. The Kaffeeklatsch is still the home of heavenly aroma, friendly folks, great Kaffee… er…coffee and my family’s special blend.
I wonder if I could open a branch in Milwaukee?

We walked in not knowing what to expect exactly so my husband started to explain that we had found them online when looking for a local coffee shop as we were passing through town. The older man immediately interrupted and said, «First of all, we are not a coffee shop.» He was apparently offended and very rude the rest of our short visit. My husband bought a cup of the daily brew, which he said was nothing special.
As avid coffee shop hunters, this was the worst experience of all so far. The customer service was certainly lacking as they treated us with disdain. The daily brew was average — and that’s based on our experience with organic coffees around the globe.

The first time I walked into the ‘Klatsch (13 years ago), I didn’t quite know what to make of the place. It’s small and packed with coffee and coffee-​making paraphernalia. It’s an old and well lived-​in space and can be a bit intimidating. But wonderful. This is where serious coffee-​drinkers find their soulmates.
I’d advise you to enter and say a brief hello to whomever greets you and make your way to the back corner. This is where you’ll find coffee by the cup. Just accept whatever’s coming out of the brewer, pay your $ 2 and take a sip. Careful, it’s hot.
I guess you can touch it up with cream and sweetener, but then you probably like ketchup on your New York strip. This is coffee art, and contaminants, while available here, aren’t something connoisseurs take part in.
As you come back more and more, you may encounter delivery day. You’ll watch as 100lb bags of beans are unloaded from a large truck. The bags come from the four corners of the globe. The owners are close to their suppliers, having met most of them personally. Ethopia, Hawaii, Sumatra, Tanzania, Mexico… You’re getting the idea why this place is a bit unusual. No, there’s nothing wrong with a latte every now and again, but this place speaks to the purist.
I admit not having a real taste for coffee before encountering the ‘Klatsch way back when. Now, I cannot even look at a cup of «house coffee» anymore. On business trips I long for the earthy citrus of the Ethopian bean or the complex meaty flavors of the Tanzania. I’m spoiled.
For you, maybe coffee is simpler than that. If so, I encourage you to try the ‘Klatsch once or twice and maybe discover your inner coffee nerd. If that still doesn’t do it, no harm done. There’s a Starbucks about 2 miles south.

Delicious! The rustic, earthy atmosphere of this place is permeated with the delicious aroma of coffee freshly roasted in the shop’s enormous early-​1900s cast iron roaster. Glass jars of beans representing growing locations and varietals from around the world are lined up along shelves behind the counter, waiting to go home with you to brew that next cup of deliciousness!

These people make my coffee. I like the coffee. I like them. I like mornings on the back porch swing drinking a cup of their coffee while watching the birds with my wife and dogs. I like enjoying the second cup of coffee driving over the mountain on my way to work, though I like it better on Saturdays, when I’m not driving to work.
I like walking past the store when they’re running their way-​cool ancient coffee roaster. The street smells like … like … coffee. I like to walk in and be amazed at the long list of beans. Lots of free-​trade, lots of organic. Lots of coffee from all over. They’ll grind it (or not) and blend beans to your order. Flavored coffees, too, and a jillion teas. Coffeemakers and other caffeine-​related detritus are for sale. And the owner and everybody working there are absolute peaches.
But they’re pretty much only set up to sell beans, not the ready-​to-​ingest stuff. They have one coffeepot that has one kind of coffee in it. One. You can walk out with a cup. A good cup, but only one. Even so, it’s a little unhappy that they open long after I’m at work.
Go there. Bring home a half-​pound of Altura. Yum.

Great place for coffee to go — whole bean or by the cup — during the day, and for hanging out to enjoy drinks and excellent live music at night.
It offers a relaxed, peaceful, mellow but rocking atmosphere.
Owners and staff are all very friendly, and so are [most of] the customers!

I don’t know anymore what Starbucks smells like. Maybe money. Maybe despair. But every time I walk into Kaffeeklatsch I remember what coffee smells like. Because Kaffeeklatsch smells like coffee.
My interest in the place is unreasonable given that my patronage consists of wandering in there half a dozen times late Saturday mornings to buy a to-​go cup of coffee in an unmarked styro cup with a flimsy lid.
Then again, if you care about coffee at all (and I do, a little) you have to respect a place where any perfunctory attempts at décor in the store are completely overwhelmed by a massive coffee roasting apparatus and piles of burlap bags filled with, potentially, your next really good cup of coffee.
Maybe it’s also that the name and the atmosphere bring back good memories of the time I spent in Goettingen, an entire town full of old-​world atmosphere and studied craftsmanship and the place where my taste for both coffee and beer were hatched. And where, by carefully avoiding the local Golden Arches, I managed never to buy a mediocre cup of coffee. Who knows, maybe in Goettingen even Mickie D’s serves above-​average coffee.
Certainly the Kaffeeklatsch serves (and roasts) above-​average coffee, and I’ve loved the sum total of 30 minutes I’ve spent there over the last year since we moved to HSV. I guess I need to make a point to go back when there’s music playing and set a spell. Tell you what, if I stay more than few minutes, guarantee I won’t smell like despair when I leave.

I moved to HSV in 2008 & couldn’t find good coffee, I mail ordered it, till I found Kaffeeklatsch. The workers are friendly & can answer any questions I have. The owner is there always & every one greets you with a smile. You are guaranteed fresh top of the line coffee every visit.

Ah, the Kaffeeklatsch. AKA Coffee crotch by a friend of mine who, let’s say, is less than enlightened.
Back in the day, I would sit out at night, watching people walk to bars, while having great conversation with friends.
The music is always a draw, and there seems to be an eclectic mix of people hanging out, having a drink, playing games. There never seems to be any food when visiting, and it was not uncommon to see a pizza delivery car drive up to the corner of Jefferson St.
.. .herein lies the inescapable charm of the klatsch.