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| - For one thing, you gotta give Kiva Han cred for surviving against the evil Starbucks across the road.
For two things, Kiva Han was my go-to back when I was little (well, 16) and even now, years later, it still provides that soothing, sunny, gently-murmuring escape from a busy day taxing my irises in the Carnegie Museum (just across the street!). It's cheap, the decor is funky and adorable (I could spend quite a bit of time reading all the cute-pretentious Sharpie scribbles on the girls' bathroom walls - seriously, Yeats?!), and the coffee is strong. Today I got the granola with yogurt (hell, why not?), and it was way fancier than I expected. For ~$5, that's not bad at all. It was a pleasure to peruse the posters (some arty-hipster, some sensitive and important (like an anorexia one)), as well as listen to some (gentle) ragin' on the Law and Disorder radio.
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