The bean, the myth,
the legend
As told by the Mean Bean himself
Mean Bean Roasters has always been a dream of mine: to let the world design their own quality coffee blends, at a fair price. My name is Mean Bean, and I am the head bully around here. It wasn't always that way.
I was born a poor Colombian bean, back when plain beans like me weren't getting the breaks. Big dreams, small bag. How is a bean supposed to break free from the man when he's told he's good for nothing but second-rate brew?
Then one day I peered out of my bag and thought, "Damn, interesting that I can even peer. I never had eyes before." BAM. Arms, legs, and this famous painted-on grin. Clearly a sign from a greater coffee power.
I jumped out of that bag, hopped a bus to Galena, Illinois, and started roasting. These days we blend over 200,000 combinations, roast every order fresh, and ship it out before it can get boring.
200,000+
Blend combinations
Roast to order
Never shelf-stale
Sheffield, IL
Where it happens