why the hell are coffee places so goddamn serious?
everyones hunched over their tables, eyes glued to the macs, heads in books and silent. maybe this occurs to me here because theres nothing manic about it. or the coffee. but hey whats in a name?
doesnt mean it wasnt good. it was. my cappuccino was actually quite thick and creamy. i had walked to spadina from ossington and it would have been nice to sit down, but there was to be none of that because it was very quietly PACKED. well im on my way home anyway so thats fine by me.
they clearly have a sense of humour here or perhaps amongst their clan of baristas, because theres a montage of goofy images pasted on the wall behind he counter. they have the clover machines or setup so thats great for people that want their coffee made from the most freshly ground beans.
a shelf of about five magazines greet you at the door to help keep things serious and its quite spacious, so the next time im around bathurst and college, ill give another go at a seat.
Maybe ill even speak to my neighbour.