Kitschy little coffee shop overlooking Ossington that serves delicious americanos.
I am writing this from the coffee shop itself, where I have sequestered myself in an attempt to finish a long overdue article. I have been watching cyclists and cars pass by and I have drank so much coffee I feel woozy. I have shared my table with a few other patrons now and everyone has been so lovely and kind. This place has such a nice friendly vibe. I am surrounded by others also working on things. Some are reading books and writing in notebooks. It almost feels like a cafe for post-grads, though there isn't a university in this area. It is early Sunday evening and it is not busy, kind of quiet actually. The cute barista boy is talking to a couple customers about touring and festivals while he grinds espresso beans. I am not sure what band he is in. I quite like it here.
I have been listening to Arcade Fire, played at a soothing level through the shop's speakers. The treats here look delicious, white chocolate cranberry cookies, but I will have to try those another time.
My article is no where done, but there is not a drop of coffee left in this mug, which, by the way, is an old Christmas mug that says "dad" on it written in clouds. There is a teddy bear driving a red and green train. Kitschy? Yes. Lovely? Yes.