"Damn coffee! Damn colonies!"
-Napoleon Bonaparte, 1803
Moisture sunk from low and still midnight into black ice on the asphalt. The darkness, the empty parking stalls, and the sepulchre of my car layered up distinct silences. I labored in the airport economy lot at adding to my fitful hours of bed sleep. Those mercury green streetlamps left me ill at ease. Though [...]
Almost every city with a skyscraper has at least one little cultivated strip of businesses where squares can go when they feel ‘funky.’ Where not so long ago greasy RPG trolls and 20-eyelet Wax Trax creeps strode confidently in the abject kingdom of Ferndale, their ought-tens counterparts drink coffee from styrofoam cups and hide out from boojies like our tableauxist in Xhedos Cafe.
Although I went to the bastard Mani’s in Santa Monica within days of moving to Los Angeles and I have a more vast compendium of memories to tap into for that location, I was no less smitten with the more cozy Fairfax location. Just the name of the road lights up in me a whole [...]
CAFE TABLEAUX is a compendium of literary, anecdotal musings on coffeeshop and cafe culture.
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