Mitch’s Java ‘n Jazz… in the beginning…

December 23rd, 2010

Mitch’s Java ‘N Jazz

Mitch’s Java ‘N Jazz was conceived in France while I was playing professional basketball just outside of Paris.  Jazz Clubs and coffeehouses were abundant throughout Europe, especially in Paris, France.  I often frequented these hotspots and truly enjoyed the experience.  Upon returning to my hometown of Newhall California, I realized the Santa Clarita Valley would be the prefect place to combine top quality Jazz with great espresso; thus the birth of Mitch’s Java ‘n Jazz.

Whether it is our outside patio, our European style espresso bar, our country French living room, or our nightly live entertainment, there is something for everyone at Mitch’s Java ‘n Jazz. (business plan – 1992)

I graduated from San Diego State University in 1989 where I played basketball for the Aztecs.  Although I received my bachelor’s degree in Speech Communication, I really was pursuing a professional basketball career.  After being cut by the Atlanta Hawks, my dreams of being in the NBA quickly diverted to dreams of a long and prosperous European basketball career.  Well after two years of playing pro ball in France, a regular trip to the doctors office would change my life, my dreams, and my career forever.  

I was diagnosed with a heart condition known as Cardiomyopathy.  It is an enlarged muscle around the heart that if pushed too hard, as in pro sports, could become fatal.    The condition took the lives of basketball stars Hank Gathers (Loyola Marymount University – 1989), and Reggie Lewis (Boston Celtics – 19??), and I quickly determined that my basketball career was over.  I was devastated.  Not only did my dreams end, my career ended and my health was suspect.  It was scary times and when I arrived back home to California in 1992, I did not have a plan.  My dad needed some work done on his house so I helped him out and we spent a lot of time talking about options and ideas. 

My dad owned a product placement firm (Unique Product Placement) in North Hollywood whereby his company would represent corporate brands in films and television shows.  His company was the largest in the world and he was considering expansion in the mid-west and offered me a chance to launch his operations in Chicago.  As good as that sounded, after being in France for almost two years, I really wanted to stay put in southern California.  We talked about my experiences in France often and how I enjoyed the more social lifestyle compared to Americans who sit around and watch TV every night.  We talked about the sidewalk cafés and the coffee.  One such conversation lead to the idea to open up a coffeehouse.

“I believe that coffee & especially espresso cannot be truly enjoyed unless it is consumed in the right atmosphere.  The warmth that coffee brings should exemplify the place it is enjoyed.”

Mitch McMullen – 1992

I researched several independent coffeehouses from Hollywood to Montana.  I looked at menus, décor, ambiance, employees, customers, the brewing equipment, cups, tables, etc… I visited these popular hotspots at all hours of the day and night.  Although I saw some cool coffeehouses, I decided my place had to be different.  I wanted it to look more like the old country French cafés I frequented in France.  The walls and beams overhead were faux and antique textured.  The floor was distressed hardwood. The bar was oak and everything looked perfectly old country French.  The bathroom had fairly expensive wallpaper, a pillar sink, an antique mirror and a wall mounted chain-pull toilet.  I used to get more compliments from the women about that bathroom.  My mom told me that if I had nice bathrooms, my female customers especially would appreciate it.

I had a nice outdoor patio with a brick flower bed bordering us from the street.  I added a huge awning over the side area for shade, which proved to be a major attraction.  There also was an upstairs which had a fake fireplace, couches and several nooks for patrons to read, play chess or chat… while sipping their latte’s of course.

Divine Purpose: To lure people away from bars and into our non-alcoholic espresso bar.

General Purpose: To have the warmest possible atmosphere for people to enjoy good taste, good quality, and good company.

Specific Purpose: To serve the best cup of espresso/cappuccino in town, and to serve it with a “sidewalk café/country French living room” ambiance.

Mitch’s Java ‘n Jazz business plan – 1992

My first location preference was given to Starbucks, and I had to accept a location rich in charm but poor in foot traffic and even street traffic.  My first landlord believed in me and trusted my business plan.  He hoped my business was a success and thought it had potential to bring customers to the retail center which would be good for his other tenants.  He was right as my business became a destination point and brought a lot of people and foot traffic to the shopping center.  From day one I had customers lining up out the door.

Coming back soon…. #MainStreetNewhall

Today is Our Ten Year Anniversary in Costco

December 4th, 2010

 

 

 

5AM Monday December 4th, 2000 – Costco Wholesale Day 1

 

We got there early, and set up an amazing coffee stand on an end-cap adjacent to the coffee aisle.  We had never actually done this before.  We knew we wanted to make a great first impression, so we made a great road show.  Costco allowed us to have a full end-cap quad; which is the 4 pallet spaces on the end of the aisle.  This is roughly 8 feet wide, by 6 ½ feet deep.  We placed our product against the rafters behind us, and stacked it real high.  Our saying was ‘high and tight’, as Costco likes its end-caps built up high, and looking sharp at all times.  We had roughly a foot between us and the table, which could not extend into the aisle at all.  We stored all our cups, cream, sugar, etc…under the table.  We placed our brewed coffee on the table along with all the condiments and signs and even a small TV, which had a 5-minute looped video tape showing our roaster in action.  We hung a banner above us with the catchy question, “What is Micro-Roasted coffee?”.    

            We sold 158 two pound bags of coffee our first day, which was a Monday, and built from that number leading up to the weekend where we sold 238 units on Sunday for a total of 1,234 units in our first week!  That’s over $11,000 in one week – in one store!  We had no idea it would be so successful.  Patricia Curtis at Costco’s regional HQ in Los Angeles believed in us.  She is like an angel.  She gave us the opportunity of a life-time.  Costco Wholesale, one of the world’s biggest and best retailers (mass merchandiser, warehouse club, etc), was now an intermediary where thousands and thousands of individual consumers could buy our coffee.  She requested we do additional road shows in Westlake Village and Burbank locations and asked us to begin an ongoing road show program where we would introduce our products to thousands of new customers throughout southern California. 

 Today: we are in-line in 25 Costco warehouses north of the I-10 fwy in SoCal.

Thank you COSTCO MEMBERS for TEN YEARS OF LOVE

Mitch McMullen

Stop Getting Dunked On!

November 23rd, 2010

November 23, 2010

(Author: Mitch McMullen)

Just like in sports, competition breeds innovation. Coaches develop better game plans and players develop better skills. The game evolves over the years until you end up with super humans like Lebron James and Kobe Bryant, who make everyone better. I relate those athletes to the best in coffee, Starbucks.  Starbucks has made coffee better! Roasters create better coffee as a result of great coffee from Starbucks. Their success breeds our success. Even though they are dunking on you now, and getting all the endorsements, you are going to do something different the next time Lebron is driving down the lane right toward you with blood in his eyes. You have a decision to make at this critical moment. Do you try to block his tomahawk dunk or do you get the hell out of his way? Do you risk embarrassment by getting dunked on again, or do you stare down the greatest athlete in the world and challenge him at the rack? 

I hope your answer is to challenge him at the rack, because that is what you must do! You are on national TV and your mom is watching from home. Your girlfriend is in the crowd, her hand on her cell phone, ready to text all her friends about tonight’s outcome. Before this game, you had been to the gym, watching videotape of his play to prepare yourself. You know that when he jumps, you will lose. Your head will spin as he hammers the ball through the rim and into your face. So instead of becoming a poster boy, again, you do something that takes balls. You actually rush towards Lebron and plant your feet just as he is about to lift off…

All his strength and power are headed your way. You can smell the PowerAde on his breath as he raises the ball in the air for his infamous tomahawk dunk. You prepare for and thoroughly expect the impact to be the force of a Mac truck. At this moment, no one blames you when you close your eyes as he smashes into you like a hurricane. At the moment of truth, when all eyes are on Lebron, all you can think about is the plan. Will it work? 

You knew, going in, that you were taking a big chance and that the risks were high. You are understandably having a few doubts right about now, as the flashes of photographers opens your eyes in time to see a huge number 23 in your face and – BAM! You fly backwards and crash into the cheerleaders sitting in the front row. You think you hear a whistle, so you look up with hope in your eyes as a cheerleader gently pushes you off her lap. All you see is a very upset-looking Lebron James a few feet away. Then you see the referee put his hand behind his head, signifying an Offensive Charge. The crowd roars to its feet. 

Your plan paid off. The risk justified the reward and you beat the giant… this time. Lebron didn’t respect you. In fact, he just tried to embarrass you in front of your mom and your girlfriend. He looked beyond you and underestimated the threat your skinny little frame posed. He was wrong. 

I doubt Starbucks even knows my name. They certainly don’t respect a skinny little micro-roaster like me, and they enjoy embarrassing me whenever they can. They are just doing what they do best, and so was Lebron when he was dunking on you. Pick yourself up off the ground and find a way to beat the giants in your life. If they can jump higher than you, please don’t get into a jumping match; you will get dunked on every time. Use your strengths, and know their weaknesses. Even the great giant Goliath had a weakness, and a little boy named David found it and defeated him with a smooth stone.   

You improved your game and your hard work paid off. As you are getting off the cheerleader’s lap, she hands you a little note with her cell number on it and smiles at you. Then you wake up and you realize your dream was about becoming better and taking chances. You grab a cup of coffee, take a cold shower, and decide that today is going to be a little different. Today, you will look at challenges a little differently. You might even take a chance or two. Who knows, you might even get knocked down by a giant, and still end up with the girl! 

You will never know unless you take that chance. Take on the giant!  When preparation meets opportunity, we are the luckiest. When your business is challenged as mine is daily, it is time to find a way to succeed.  If you are getting beat to the left, then make them go to their right. Use your strengths and know their weaknesses. Look them in the eye and compete!

Good Luck!

Remembering Corey McMullen #52 on his birthday.

November 18th, 2010
#52

Corey McMullen #52

Corey Randall McMullen (1962-1987) died from Leukemia at Henry Mayo Newhall Memorial hospital while watching a Lakers/Celtics NBA Championship basketball game with me and my dad in June of 1987.  I saw my older brother take his last breath.  I was 21 years old and I will never forget the tear that fell down Corey’s face as he took his last breath.  It was as if he knew he could not fight anymore, and he would be with his Savior soon.  One minute we were watching the game, I remember Corey shouting about a missed Laker lay-up.  We hated the Boston Celtics…Still Do!  We love the Los Angeles Lakers and Corey’s former teammate from Arizona State University, where he played basketball for two years, Byron Scott was playing and Corey was rooting for him.  Corey told me he felt like he was going to pass out.  Minutes later he took his last breath.  My hero was gone forever. 

 The Promise

             One week before Corey died, I was at his house the day the doctors gave him very bad news.  Nothing had worked, his cancer was getting worse and time was short.  I remember this moment as if it were yesterday.  Corey was in his bedroom, and me and my mom and dad were visiting him.  While my mom cooked him dinner, I had a brief moment alone with my brother.  We were not a very touchy family so I really don’t know where I got the strength or courage to just hold him in my arms for what seemed like an eternity that afternoon.  I will never forget the feeling I had as I told him over and over and over and over  how much I loved him as I just rocked my older brother in my arms.  We both cried as we held onto each other.  My words were flowing with the tears and I became bolder and bolder as I told Corey how much I loved him and that I would never forget him.  I told him as I held him as tight as I could that I would dedicate my entire basketball career to him and play in his memory.  As he heard my words, his crying became deeper as he cried into my shoulder while I cried into his.  Not having many moments like this our entire lives, I didn’t want to let go of my brother.  It was a very special moment, one I will never forget. 

             I wanted to give Corey something meaningful, a word of encouragement to perhaps give him hope, or make him feel a little better.  Or maybe I was trying to make myself feel better.  I still had hope.  Hope that God would answer my billionth prayer for Corey.  Hope that someday we would all look back at this time and be thankful for God’s deliverance.  The bible says that even faith as small as a mustard seed can tell a mountain to move and it will.  Well, my faith was at least as big as a mustard seed and I was convinced that God was going to heal my big brother.  During that long embrace with Corey, I felt a change in my hope.  I felt like maybe this really was goodbye.  I felt closer to Corey that moment than at any other moment in my life.        

 One of Corey’s roommates came into the room unexpected and the moment was over.  We quickly pulled ourselves together, wiped away our tears and then acted like nothing significant was happening… typical male machismo.  Nothing could have been further from the truth.  It was one of the most significant moments in my life.  I made a promise to my brother that day.  A promise I will never forget.                    

Corey's Blend

 Corey was an amazing person.  My big brother!  My hero!  His life was a big inspiration to me.  I liked whatever he liked.  I did whatever he did.  He played basketball, so I played basketball.  Corey’s number at ASU was #52, so my number was #52.  I remember he was in College and I was a freshman in High School when he got a perm (permanent… really tight, curly hair).  He looked really cool so of course I wanted one too.  I begged my mom to let me do it and she finally gave in.  Well, as a tall, super skinny and lanky dork, that huge perm on top of my head made me look like a pencil or a carrot-top (both quickly became unflattering nicknames by my friends).  I looked ridiculous!  I was made fun of the entire time that chemical kept my hair tightly curled.  I thought it was so cool!  I looked like my big brother, life was good.  Corey went to Point Loma Nazarene College, so I went to Point Loma too.  Corey transferred to College of the Canyons C.O.C. (junior college), so I transferred to C.O.C. too.  Corey went to ASU, well if they had recruited me I might have gone there too.  Corey wind-surfed and wore Vans, so I did too.  Corey was a major influence in my life.  He paved the way and earned a full-ride basketball scholarship to a major university, thus showing me the way, which I followed. 

 

 Two years after he died, my promise to Corey became rather well known during my senior year playing basketball at San Diego State University.  An Associated Press reporter did a story on me and my promise to Corey, and it hit just about every major newspaper in the United States.   It was the most nationally publicized story ever written about me and I became recognized as the player with a cause.  I was playing for my brother.  Corey was getting press and I was happy.  I figured that as long as people were talking about him, he was still alive.  His memory was alive.  And to remember my brother, believe me, is a blessing because his life was a blessing.  He was like an angel.  So when my basketball career finally ended in France due to my own health related reasons (cardiomyopathy), my promise to my brother did not end.  I put his picture on the side of every bag of coffee, and the Corey McMullen Leukemia Fund is still alive and well today.  Thousands of kitchens have a photo of Corey and every year when we are nominated for the Los Angeles Leukemia and Lymphoma Societies Man of the Year, (winner in 2002 and 2007) Corey is remembered, and when he is remembered, I feel good. 

HAPPY BIRTHDAY COREY!!!!!!!!!!!  I MISS YOU BIG BRO!!!!!! LONG LIVE #52!!!!!!

Why we love Mammoth Mountain California.

November 15th, 2010

November 11, 2010

OPENING DAY in MAMMOTH MOUNTAIN, CALIFORNIA

(via Mitch McMullen with exerpts from his book: Coffee Revolution)

In late September, 2003, I went to my favorite vacationing spot, Mammoth Lakes California to get away from the stress of life for a bit.  Mammoth Lakes is nestled high in the eastern Sierra Nevada mountain range and is a four and a half hour drive from North Los Angeles.  The drive up U.S. 395 is beautiful.  The closer I get to Mammoth, the less stress and more at peace I begin to feel.  The 8500 foot elevation, the pine trees, the blue sky and fresh air all create a sense of relaxation. Official coffee for Mammoth Mountain Ski Resort

 I go to Mammoth for more than mere relaxation.  I go to live life to the fullest and snowboard during the winter and mountain bike and hike and fish during the summer.  On this particular trip, it was the middle of fall.  This time of year is unique as it is too cold to do a lot of outdoor activity and too warm for snow so it is the in-between season and usually pretty slow.  I love it regardless. 

It was a Saturday night when I arrived in town so I went to Lakanuki, my favorite watering hole, to have a few drinks with the locals.  If you have never been to a ski town and had drinks with the locals, you need to experience this.  Or not, depending on your style.  Anyhow it is pretty much like a college party.  What you have is a bunch of twenty-something’s who love to ski or snowboard and moved to a ski resort to enjoy life.  Most of them work at the ski resort or find jobs that allow them plenty of ride time like a night job.  Working at the resort is preferred as a season pass is part of the compensation.

  During the winter ski season, there are always several people from Australia, New Zealand, Brazil or some other faraway place where it is opposite seasons.  When winter ends in New Zealand, a lot of skiers and snowboarders will migrate to North American ski resorts in search of never-ending winter.  So during an evening out at a major ski-town, one could easily meet people from all over the world.  The greatest common denominator for all of them is the fact that they love life and they live it outside. 

It is a Saturday night and that’s when I bumped into Scottie.  He asked me how tall I was and if I wanted to play on his local basketball team this winter.  Apparently there are not a lot of 6’10” snowboarders to recruit and he asked how he could get a hold of me.  I gave him a business card which I had in my wallet and somewhere between tequila shots he looked at the card and asked “you are in the coffee business?”  I said yes and then he told me that he is a food and beverage Manager for the Mammoth Mountain Ski Resort.  Mammoth Mountain is California’s premier ski resort.  It is ranked among the top resorts in North America and 80 % of its skiers are from southern California.  He told me that Starbucks Coffee was their official supplier but that they were very unhappy with their service…. Once they tasted The Taste of California, Mammoth was hooked!!!! 

Mitch McMullen at 11,053 feet

We are going into our 8th year as the official coffee of Mammoth Mountain…

California Blend was developed for Mammoth and is now available in several Sam’s and Costco’s in SoCal. 

also available online at http://www.newhallcoffee.com   

See you on the slopes!!!!

Mitch McMullen

Mitch for Mayor!

October 6th, 2010

Where have all the Small Businesses gone?  I am outraged that the town I grew up in (now called the City of Santa Clarita California), has allowed this to happen.  As a small business owner in this community, and after seeing my original small business (a coffeehouse called Mitch’s Java ‘n Jazz) be surrounded with more than 40 national competitors in less than 10 years is sickening!  The problem is only getting worse!  — enjoy few clips from my social marketing pages:

I don’t want to be Mayor, believe me, I have better things to do. I am running because I no longer have a choice. I can’t sit this one out. My pro-small business agenda will blow your mind!

Call me the Dream Maker!!!!!!!!

#MitchForMayor

 Local Developers are the only ones who got rich when the mega-corporations came to this city. Think about it: there are a lot less locally owned businesses now. We are exporting our hard earned money to mega-corporations who outsource american jobs, screw you in the stock market, and import products from foreign manufacturers.

I bring us back to our roots. I am the Dream Maker! #MitchForMayor

The competitive playing field will be neutralized at the local level and my pro small business agenda will create the building blocks of a more sustainable future.

When I am Mayor of the City of Santa Clarita: Starbucks will pay a “shop local” City Tax! All Chains using non-local products will pay this tax! (keep the profits in the City!!) Tax items they sell with names like: ” triple, tall, skinny, sugar free, cinnamon vanilla
double pump, corporate coffee latte”

#MitchForMayor 

Mitch McMullen

Leading the shop local revolution

Shop Local Revolution

September 29th, 2010

A Shop Local Revolution would change America for the better! 

In 1774 when American patriots stopped drinking tea from England in order to stop the funding of their war against us, the concept of shopping local was born in this country.  Every hard earned dollar that Americans spent on English tea was money that the British used in their war against us.  An entire tea drinking nation stopped drinking tea and began drinking COFFEE instead!!!!  

The signing of the Declaration of Independence, among other things, meant that we would no longer send unnecessary money over a great ocean.  Our hard earned cash would remain on American soil and would become the fuel that built this great nation.  The American Revolution brought forth a new country, and shopping local has kept that country alive.  Coffee was a big part of the Revolution that created the greatest nation on Earth. 

Shopping local has the greatest effect on your local economy.  When we support local firms over national chains, we are keeping our hard earned money on our soil, in our town, for us… not them!  if people really shopped locally, there would be more jobs and more businesses thriving. 

The local business owner lives locally and shops locally.  The national chains send most of their profits back to Corporate HQ (wherever that is!).  When money stays in your local region, it is spent back into your region… 

When you buy from a national chain, your money is spent on $5,000 suits, lear jets, corporate ‘jumbo’ bonuses, and shareholder dividends.  Your money is helping other countries create jobs.  When you buy “Made in China” products, that is even worse…. look at your neighbor who is out of work, or your spouse who can’t find a job… and SHOP LOCAL! 

American Consumers: buy local products from ’local’ businesses who also shop local and get America working again!!!!    Buy United States/California/Los Angeles/Santa Clarita/Newhall/Main Street U.S.A.

Mitch

P.S. when you find yourself inside a bigbox retailer, look for the local products first (i.e. Newhall Coffee), stay away from anything that says: Made in China/Taiwan/Mexico, etc… Buy American made products and bring our jobs back!!!! send a message to Corporate America that they need to STOP outsourcing our jobs to foreign nations.    your neighbor and I thank you!

6 Steps to Cleaning Your Automatic Drip Coffee Maker

September 16th, 2010

There are a lot of variables to drinking the freshest, tastiest coffee.

And if you’re using an automatic drip coffee maker to brew your coffee, you need to make sure you’re also cleaning the maker on a regular basis.  Here’s what we recommend:

1.  Clean your coffee maker about once a month. Maybe more depending on use.
2.  Mix one part white vinegar and two parts water and pour into the coffee maker’s water tank.
3.  Turn on the coffee maker and run it through a brewing cycle.
4.  Once the brew cycle is complete, discard the vinegar mixture.
5.  Refill the tank with water and run it through another brew cycle, rinsing and discarding any remaining particles.
6.  Repeat one more time.

Remember not to use cold water in a hot coffee pot as the difference in temperature may cause the pot to shatter. And that’s not good for anything.

Enjoy your coffee!

Save the Ta-tas® With Your Morning Brew!

September 13th, 2010

About a month ago, we met the inspiring team at Save the Ta-tas — a clothing brand devoted to fighting breast cancer.

And a few minutes into our meeting, the synergies between our two brands were immediately apparent.

We’re both scrappy companies, using the power of the people sharing our passions to build a movement. And it’s exciting to be a part of each other’s causes.

Julia and the team at Ta-tas have a tangible passion for the fight against breast cancer, and we’re thrilled to join forces with them to raise funds aiding research in that fight.

As you may know, we’re enthusiastically behind using the sale of fresh, micro-roasted coffee to support community causes. And our partnership with Save the Ta-tas is no exception.

The new 100% Organic Fun Bags blend is a cheeky word play on the Ta-tas cause combined with our micro-roasting of organic top 1% Class 1 coffee beans.

And every purchase directly supports breast cancer research.

How exciting it is to be a part of such a valued cause, and to know that your purchase of something you love to drink can contribute to saving the ta-tas!

We hope you join us and support the fight against breast cancer research when you purchase the 100% Organic Fun Bags blend at www.NewhallCoffee.com today!

Camouflage Coffee

September 6th, 2010

In early 2003, when the United States attacked the country of Iraq, we wanted to do something to help.

We felt that if we sent some of our coffee to our troops that we would be supporting them in a small but measureable way.  The video below tells the story of that coffee, our Patriot Blend.

Plus, make sure you watch closely for details on how to receive 25% off our Patriot Blend when you order at www.NewhallCoffee.com!

- Mitch