without wi-fi and plugs for laptops, we noticed our customers getting their drinks in porcelain cups and talking to each other. sharing tables. hanging out. singing along with jeremy to the black sabbath soundtrack on a sunday morning. even though we’ve all seen the ways that coffeeshops can create community and anchor a neighborhood, what happens on a daily basis is different, somehow.
perhaps it’s that you’re as likely to hear a geeky conversation about coffee grinders as a dramatic recounting of last night’s scandalous activities. maybe it’s the self portraits on the wall of our bearded barista, brett, in his underwear and a coffee filter mask. maybe it’s the kids running around, the bacon maple donut on your plate. we can’t put our fingers on it. is it that everyone is happy? relaxed? and stimulated.


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