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| - God bless Saturday mornings.
Saturdays are my favorite day of the week because that's when the fun happens (Sundays are for errands, natch).
I like to welcome every awesome Saturday with a latte from here (sometimes, even on the most rad of Saturdays, this ends up being the best thing I do).
Let me also say that I was born and raised in Seattle so my coffee claims, while probably not worth much more than yours because we all have taste buds, should be taken as law.
Espresso a Mano serves the best latte in the land, best latte I've ever had, and best latte available on planet earth (or in Pittsburgh, whichever). Their cappuccinos and Americanos are pretty good but I love the creaminess of lattes.
On warm days they open the front wall of the shop up so you can catch the breeze (even into late fall, which feels cool and cosmopolitan somehow) and there's seating on the sidewalk. The tables are dotted with trendy people reading/writing/using laptops, but it's not pretentious. Yeah, there's exposed brick and austere art prints, but there's nothing stuffy or snobby about the staff.
The baristas always make their small-talk feel unforced and even though the line moves fast everyone gets their own little foam flower. Nice touches like that make Espresso feel just a little better than all the other coffee shops in the hood.
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