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| - Tucked into a corner on the bottom floor of an office building, this petite coffeehouse was a welcome find for a caffeine-deprived conference-goer who didn't want to tramp through rainy 30-degree weather up to Starbucks yet again.
The conference was at a nearby hotel, a brisk walk across a courtyard from Crazy Mocha, and as always seems to be the case at conferences, the hot water containers were having a lot of trouble staying full for the tea drinkers. Or maybe copyeditors are particularly likely to drink tea. Or particularly likely to be thirsty. In any case, I was getting used to pressing down on the pump and hearing "Pbbbbt... pbbbbt" (the snarky side of my brain replied, "You had one job!"). By afternoon, coffee was no longer an option either.
To beat the mid-afternoon slump and stay alert for more debates over the serial comma (just kidding. a little.), I ventured out of the hotel, Yelp app in hand, to search for the nearest cup of warm-and-stimulating. I'd already been up the hill to the Sbucks in Market Plaza. I'd already stocked up on fancy dry tea leaves from Nicholas. Now all I needed was hot and close, and Crazy Mocha fit the bill.
It was more than just convenient, though. It was cute. And the "Free Wifi" sign made me file it into the "remember this place" slot even though I probably won't be in Pittsburgh, let alone that particular corner of it, any time soon, and won't necessarily need wifi if I am. Service was fast and friendly. Locally baked pastries were next to the register.
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