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| - There was an intermittent alternate dimension happening at Smelly Cat over the past couple of days, and it made for great people watching. Case in point: today several groups of fourth graders paraded in throughout the day to read their own poetry, open-mic style. It was quite the site to see, what with all of the rhyming prose and the enraptured listening of the teaching set, and when it was over? Snaps, just like the beats like it. Ginsberg might have been confused, but he might have been proud.
Smelly Cat Coffee House is just what the name implies, a cozy cove of fluffy chairs, enclaves, and cafe tables that make camping out here in NoDa fun. My meetings today flew by, not the least of which was because of the hazelnut Italian soda I slammed, or the arty ramblings of children, or the giant leafblower that careened about when I sat outside for a bit. It's a little on the small side, but you don't have to be gigantic to be a cool coffee room. And as it turns out, if you're here, the ability to snap effectively helps.
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