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| - If you sit at the bar and have coffee, the wine glasses sparkle invitingly overhead.
"Carnie, darling, have a wine," they beckon.
"It's nine o'clock in the morning."
"It's wine, love. Lovely wine."
In all fairness, the bar seats are hard, and they didn't have coffee, which seemed to embarrass the barista just as much each and every time he had to say so. Plus, instead of offering wine as a substitute, he offered me an Americano. But, what can I say? He was a darling.
In all fairness, what this place lacked in seat cushions and a properly operating coffee maker, it more than made up for in ambiance. Well-lit, no screaming grinders, and scent of books and incense made for a pleasant visit.
I'm going back soon. But, not for coffee.
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