MUD Coffee

MUD Coffee is an East Village, New York City-based coffee company that started by selling its own blend out of a converted Consolidated Edison step-van known as the MUDTRUCK. It can regularly be found on weekdays parked by the Astor Place entrance of the uptown-bound number 6 subway line.

It proved itself as the "anti-establishment" coffee company, a not-so subtle shot across the bow towards their nearest Astor Place neighbor and competitor, Seattle's own Starbucks Coffee Company, who happen to operate two stores within less than 500 ft (150 m) of each other.

The company, started in 2001 by husband and wife team, Greg Northrop and Nina Barott, is known for their coffee as well as their locally-oriented approach to business. This grassroots approach towards conducting sustainable business while remaining faithful to the eclectic nature of the neighborhood has earned MUD the title of official coffee of the Onion, a local satirical newspaper, the endorsement of Reverend Billy, leader of cultural jammers the Church of Stop Shopping, as well as secured them a welcome place within the East Village community.

According to MUD’s founders, Nina Berott, a former advertising professional, and Greg Northrop, a rock musician, the company name was chosen because Greg's Italian grandmother called her coffee mud.

MUD has also been voted best cup of coffee in New York by Time Out New York, Village Voice, as well as, most recently, by Rachael Ray, a Food Network celebrity chef and recurring guest on The Oprah Winfrey Show.

In addition to operating the original Astor Place truck, they also have another truck parked at Sheridan Square in the West Village, a Zagat-rated cafe called Mudspot on East 9th Street and 2nd Avenue, across the avenue from one of NYC's 178 corporately-owned Starbucks, as well as a coffee and espresso bar located inside the flagship store of bath/body company and L'Oréal subsidiary Kiehl's.

Famous quotes containing the words mud and/or coffee:

    “Dirty fellow!” exclaimed the Captain, seizing both her wrists, “hark you, Mrs. Frog, you’d best hold your tongue; for I must make bold to tell you, if you don’t, that I shall make no ceremony of tripping you out of the window, and there you may lie in the mud till some of your Monseers come to help you out of it.”
    Frances Burney (1752–1840)

    you who put gum in my coffee cup
    and worms in my Jell-O, you who let me pretend
    you were daddy of the poets, witchman, you stand
    for all, for all the bad dead, a Salvation Army Band
    who plays for no one. I am cement. The bird in me is blind
    as I knife out your name and all your dead kind.
    Anne Sexton (1928–1974)