The story of our name

Cast Iron Punk is what I began to call my grandparents' tendency to find creative ways to solve household problems with bits and pieces from farm equipment and electric cattle fences. Little things that made me smile when I moved into our family home four years ago. Ceramic insulators became doorknobs, old metal steering wheels became the bottom of a makeshift coat tree. Since then it has grown to mean old aged cement hiding in clover patches, cast iron doorknobs. When I started my coffee shop, I knew that there was no better name that I could choose. There is something sweet about being creative, and getting the job done so you can go have coffee with friends.