What began in grief became a ritual- poured for memory, stirred with meaning.

Our Story

My father left this world earlier in March 2025. What followed wasn't just grief-it was a quiet unraveling of everything I thought I knew. He was a builder of community. A man who made strangers feel like family. He believed in gathering, and in showing up.

Some of my earliest memories are of him in the kitchen, crafting drink inspired desserts -sweet layers stirred and poured, always with care. He had a soft spot for rituals. Those rituals became memories. And those memories became flavor. Today, they live in our shaken lattes- crafted not just to taste good, but to feel like something remembered.

This cart wasn't born from ambition. It was born from memory. From the smell of morning coffee, from the sound of his voice, from the way he loved deeply and gave fully. What began in a quiet kitchen now lives on, poured across Seattle one shaken latte at a time. Social Beans was named in his spirit-for the way he lived, and the way he loved. Always hosting, always reaching, always holding space. His story is in every pour. And now, somehow, so is mine.