ABOUT EIGHT-FIFTY

BUILT ON FAMILY. FUELLED BY COFFEE.

We're Broden and Elise — a husband-and-wife team, parents, coffee lovers and the family behind Eight-Fifty Espresso.

Our love affair with coffee started long before Eight-Fifty was even a thought. We're talking really loving coffee. Broden drinks around six cups a day (and that's on a quiet one), and between the two of us, we've always been a little particular about what's in our cup.

After years of searching for a coffee we truly loved, we decided to take matters into our own hands. What followed was hundreds of experiments and countless cups until we landed on something we were genuinely proud of.

And somewhere between raising our two beautiful kids, running a seperate business and chasing a dream, Eight-Fifty Espresso was born.

What started as a love for a really good cup of coffee has grown into something much bigger than we ever imagined. Today, we're a small family business with a big love for what we do, and our very own coffee shop in the heart of Southport, on the Gold Coast.

For us, coffee has always been about more than just what's in the cup. It's the early mornings, the little moments, the conversations over the kitchen bench, and bringing people together over something we all love.

As a family, we're incredibly proud of what we've created, and we're so grateful to everyone who's been part of our journey so far. Every bag bought, every coffee shared and every friendly face through our doors means the world to us.

We're here to make bloody good coffee, do things a little differently, and build something our family can be proud of.

So whether you're grabbing a bag of beans for home, popping in for your daily caffeine fix, or just discovering us for the first time, we're so glad you're here.

From our family to yours, thanks for being part of the Eight-Fifty story.

Elise, Broden & the little crew behind the coffee. ☕
THE GOAT OF COFFEE

WHY WE'RE CALLED EIGHT FIFTY ESPRESSO?

People ask us this a fair bit.

Around 850AD, a goat wandered into a patch of wild coffee cherries and had a few. Up until then he’d been an unremarkable goat, mostly interested in grass and walking into other goats. Within the hour he was leaping haystacks, running laps around the flock and organising a small uprising against the sheepdog.

His farmer watched all this and did the sensible thing, which was to eat the cherries himself. That went badly. He kept at it though, and eventually worked out that roasting them and steeping them in hot water made for a much better experience.
That was the first brew, and nobody has really looked back since.

None of this can be proven, and historians reckon the date is generous, but we liked the story anyways, so we named ourselves after the year.
 

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