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Dec. 8th, 2005
Remedy for a cold December day
Dec. 8th, 2005 05:15 pmWalked into town this afternoon to do some errands, and found myself in a small cafe, tucked between the CVS and the smoke shop, called The Remedy Cafe.
How did I never stop in here before? This is my new favorite place, and I wish to tuck it into my pocket and carry it with me wherever I go. Imagine the anti-Starbucks, where a largish pot of quality loose tea comes with complimentary Danish sugar cookies on the side, for $3.50, where the tables are large enough to actually work at, where the music is soothingly low, so that you can carry on a conversation or read a book (they have a selection, if you didn't bring your own) or do some work in peace. I sat there for almost an hour, watching the college students come by for their take-away mugs of exam-time caffeine, and nobody made me feel as though I needed to move, or buy another pot of tea, or do anything other than be still and restful.
Remedy for what ails you, indeed. I plan on returning, with laptop, to see how the writing occurs. It may become my home away from home.
I also picked up, from their shelves, what is my new favorite book -- The Devil's Cup: A History of the World According to Coffee, by Stewart Lee Allen. I then came home and ordered a copy for myself (fully expecting it will bestolen borrowed from me by New Year's) because it's all too much caffinated fun and has already given me an evil story idea.
After departing (reluctantly), I stopped by to pick up the photos I was having developed. Some people find money in the pockets of unused coats -- I find film cannisters. So now I am surrounded of photos from 4th of July on forward. Some of you (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
aynjel, agamisu, arcaedia), should be checking your e-mail soon...
I feel almost rediculously at peace with the world right now. I'm sure this will change, as soon as I turn on the evening news.
How did I never stop in here before? This is my new favorite place, and I wish to tuck it into my pocket and carry it with me wherever I go. Imagine the anti-Starbucks, where a largish pot of quality loose tea comes with complimentary Danish sugar cookies on the side, for $3.50, where the tables are large enough to actually work at, where the music is soothingly low, so that you can carry on a conversation or read a book (they have a selection, if you didn't bring your own) or do some work in peace. I sat there for almost an hour, watching the college students come by for their take-away mugs of exam-time caffeine, and nobody made me feel as though I needed to move, or buy another pot of tea, or do anything other than be still and restful.
Remedy for what ails you, indeed. I plan on returning, with laptop, to see how the writing occurs. It may become my home away from home.
I also picked up, from their shelves, what is my new favorite book -- The Devil's Cup: A History of the World According to Coffee, by Stewart Lee Allen. I then came home and ordered a copy for myself (fully expecting it will be
After departing (reluctantly), I stopped by to pick up the photos I was having developed. Some people find money in the pockets of unused coats -- I find film cannisters. So now I am surrounded of photos from 4th of July on forward. Some of you (
aynjel, agamisu, arcaedia), should be checking your e-mail soon... I feel almost rediculously at peace with the world right now. I'm sure this will change, as soon as I turn on the evening news.
