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| - What a pleasant surprise. I was always under the impression that Phoenix wasn't so great, due mainly to some pictures I'd seen which did not please my snobbish tastes. But it appears like in recent years they have embraced the third wave movement full force. I was impressed. This will now be another destination every time I'm in Cleveland.
It was pleasant, very pleasant. Trendy and warm, all in one. The cafe is a bit elevated with a nice patio out back overlooking, Oh the wonderful beauties of nature!... Ok I guess it's just someone's backyard. They have a beautiful La Marzocco which I'm assuming pumps out equally beautiful shots. I got my usual pour-over, this time in Nicaraguan form. It was acceptable, nothing outstanding but quite acceptable. And the baristas were warm in spirit and trendy in appearance (massive hair and beards) which is also quite acceptable.
Oh and by the way, Ohio City, what is wrong with you? It seems like every time I walk on to your premises I am compelled with something of an obsession to stuff every inward nook with the food and liquids that are being held before me. This particular moment I was faced with a decision between a pour-over and kombucha. I chose both. Then I was forced to walk along the sidewalk with both hands clutching beverages, thus being frozen solid and rendered useless in the event of an emergency. Deja vu, it seems like I did this once before: (that time it involved Rising Star and Cleveland Tea Revival.)
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bright September;
And each separate living member of my limbs had drinks in hand.
The day before, I'd wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow
From my hometown surcease of sorrow-sorrow for my absence from Cleveland-
For the rare and radiant city which the hipsters name Cleveland-
Nameless here forevermore-land.
*ahem*
That impression didn't work so well, did it. Anyways, unlike Edgar Allen Poe, I survived. Both times.
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