Ebenezer’s near Union Station, a Wednesday morning at 9 a.m.*
Population: Between 15 and 30
I have a vanilla, soy, no-foam cappuccino…
I have a mocha latte….
Bacon, egg and cheese sandwich?
Iced, mocha lavender latte?
Iced coconut latte?
I had a chamomile tea?
I have a large, iced, mocha caramel custard latte…
Large iced caramel custard on the bar!
I have a sesame bagel toasted with cream cheese!
Have a great day!
It was just a moment to break your life
We’re heading out to New England this afternoon
I have a medium half-caf…
Medium caramel whip…
What’s the wifi password?
I have a second dirty chai…
Small black eye?
Small red eye?
*Full disclosure: I had a medium americano and banana bread from home. The coffee is very good, but I can’t speak for the mocha caramel custard latte whips.
A picture is definitely not worth a thousand words.
No matter how skilled the photographer is, no image could truly capture the splendor of a beautiful Sunday in France: a day so completely reserved for time off that your body is physically forced to lower your blood pressure.
In the city, the usual roar of traffic dulls to a rumble, leaving space in the air for the sounds of bicycle gears clicking, leaves scratching across the sidewalk, and the knives, forks and laughter of your neighbors’ rose garden luncheon. In the country, it’s the best day to go for a long, car-free run, then share a picnic by the river. You become incapable of speed beyond a leisurely stroll, you listen to jazz, cook big meals and catch up with friends and family you haven’t seen for weeks. Continue reading
Espresso love in Amsterdam.
When Americans get together after work and on weekends, we join for happy hour, diner brunches and baseball and football games in sports bars. Sure we drink coffee, but Europeans cannot get their heads around the fact that there is no concept of meeting in a café during lunch break (what lunch break?) or after work. Just because we’ve exported mediocre coffee chains all over the planet doesn’t mean we have a café culture.
In France I am in a café at least a few times a week. But this weekend I took a spur-of-the-moment trip to Amsterdam and am ready to make the controversial statement that the Netherlands has the clear lead in the gold medal race of bar-and-coffee ambience. I should note that this has absolutely no relation to smoking pot: I had actually expected to avoid coffee shops because of smoke clouds; herbal or otherwise. This would have been tragic, because every bar or café we stopped in (three or four daily) was welcoming and warm, and each had a vibe all its own.
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