Hey! Have You Ever Had Your Coffee Grounds Read?

How one coffee reading turned into a lesson on vulnerability, wonder, and belonging.

Welcome to Wednesday Recommendations ✩‧₊˚ Usually, this is a weekly dose of something that’s making me feel good about the world again—a book, a song, a spot, a tiny soft thing to brighten your midweek.

As we’ve established, I live on planet Woo. So when a TikTok of a woman getting her coffee ground came across my desk, I booked my slot before I even finished the video.

When I showed up to Dr. Honeybrew’s space, I thought I knew what I was getting myself into. I knew we’d sip Turkish coffee, flip the cup, and reveal whatever secrets the grounds had to share. What I didn’t expect was how emotional I’d feel, how I — usually quick with a quip — would be left completely speechless, or how close I’d feel to a room of 11 strangers by the end of the reading.

Dr. Honeybrew is part psychic, part performer, part therapist, part comedian. A mix that makes the entire experience feel tender, hilarious, and freeing all at once. It started with him explaining the process. Then we watched as he brewed the coffee and chit-chatted while we drank. And finally, the readings began. There was laughter, there were tears, there were silly gags like a smoke machine, and I even have videos of him jumping on tables and rolling on the floor. One by one, I watched people soften and open up to receive whatever messages he saw for them. There were trembling hands, big belly laughs, tearful hugs, and even a few new friendships sparked (hi Cat!).

Getting any type of reading can be nerve-racking, but getting your future read aloud in front of a room full of strangers? That’s a whole new level of vulnerability. Even so, Dr. Honeybrew created a space that felt warm and safe. A rare kind of magic.

There’s a special kind of aliveness that comes from opening up to the weird and wonderful. Sharing tears and laughter with people I’d never met felt like a quiet celebration of being human: messy, mysterious, and somehow exactly right. In that room, it didn’t matter who we were outside or what stories we carried in; for a few hours, we were simply souls colliding, holding space for each other’s hopes and heartbreaks. And when I stepped back into the dreary New York streets, I carried that warmth with me, like a little spark in my pocket.

You can book your own reading with Dr. Honeybrew here.