(DECOMMISSIONED) although the desperate neon of rembrandt’s can be seen in the distance, all one-way streets seem to lead away from the cafe, forcing us to continue towards the chaos of the turnabout at the steps of the pma. as we pass an apartment block that has been transplanted from miami, we encounter the first [...]
Thos tricks JhT into walking a couple of miles through an unseasonably hot Philadelphia afternoon still in his heavy trenchcoat and long underwear for a refreshing cup of hot coffee at Chapterhouse Cafe. In delirium and half light, hipster girls in sweatpants are mistaken for angels.
My partner and I decide to pass an hour before the start of the latest movie by the guy who directed ‘The Fly’ by taking a coffee at this place, ‘Double Shots’, we noticed during the ride to the theater. We spend 10 minutes by placing two (2) u-locks around the frames of our bikes [...]
Before we get into it, let me state emphatically that Cafe Tableaux believes that you should support independent coffee shops, family businesses, mom and pop stores, locally owned cafes, etc, and should not support corporate chains such as those that come to mind without us having to name them. The location of Earth Cup is [...]
disturbed by the arrival of a thickly-lensed tweaker, who, before continuing to walk up 43rd street until disappearing over spruce hill, places a gallon of water and a copy of ‘mastering agriculture’, which apparently has been lifted from the library of the university of new mexico, on the table just beneath your perch, you look [...]
Can a place like Grindcore House live up to its name? We weigh the pluses and minuses of vegan baking start-ups, dog-friendly communities, scenesters vs punx ,and the notion of ‘art through adversity’.
Holy fucking shit! We forgot all about Joe! The day that I took Ashley on a tour of West Philadelphia before his paper on “The Pitt”, we stopped at Green Line so he could evacuate a bit of diarrhea and order a few rounds of French Roast. While Ashley was chatting up his ‘sexy barista’, [...]
On what can be described without hyperbole as one of the bleakest days of my life, I discovered Kaffa Crossing. I had just been released from 12 hours of hellish confinement aboard the Acela from Atlanta to discover that my luggage and bike had not been placed on the train and that I would have [...]
Oh how I’d like to get myself some peace, some true freedom to coast amongst the conversations and hear none of them. I’ve taken to blocking out people with the brim of my hat where it is a world of my book, my knees, and some ungodly thundering Incantation album (I’m partial to Mortal Throne [...]
Even if you plan to never visit White Haven, you can still enjoy a Main Street Coffee Works. Have your aunt or husband or sister-in-law make a phone call or visit the world wide web and order this cafe for your town!
Located in the basement of Penn’s library, Mark’s Cafe beckons like a seductive footnote. For years I have sought such a marriage—cafe and library—the way the mythologized, Arthurian knight sought the metaphorical Grail. I have long meditated upon the harmony of these fantasied scenes: sipping a dark, earthy brew while scrolling through a reel of [...]
I still dream that some day the penitentiary will re-open, to operate as a rehabilitative center providing solitude and discipline for the unwieldy youths. Should this occur, you will find me sitting solo at a café table across the street, sipping a black coffee while savoring a comfortable silence.
Every two or three months, I emerge from my basement chambre to stretch my legs in a journey across town for a perusal of the WW2 section at Book Trader and an attempt to relive my Paris years through a falafel at Maoz. Such a self-indulgent exercise is justified by predicating the trip upon a [...]
Cute Blond Brazilian – m4w Reply to: firstname.lastname@example.org Date: 2007-05-10, 7:31PM EDT You were rocking a green and yellow ‘Brasilia’ shirt. You have a red hot body and lovely face to match. I was with someone, but it wasn’t my girlfriend. If you could hear us talking, you may have noticed I was giving her [...]
Satellite Coffeeshop is the exemplar for curbing one’s zeal for breaking off a review within a New York minute of sitting down in a cafe — i.e., spending 20 minutes in an easy chair and scribbling down a few vignettes about the room. Had I done this, my pen would have gushed forth ink in [...]
(DECOMMISSIONED) Though I have entered Stellar during each of the four seasons, I always associate it with suffocation and heat. The space is confined and the music is unbearably loud and inappropriate for the notions of leisure with which coffee is typically consumed. Strobe lights and pyrotechnics would be more suited to the atmosphere of [...]
“case study number two in why fairmount cannot sustain a decent coffeeshop…” Saul Cups, 7:03:38 PM: ugh Saul Cups, 7:03:46 PM: flying saucer sucks Saul Cups, 7:03:47 PM: big time
on my first and last trip to Last Drop, i asked the hipster behind the counter, ‘Why do you charge extra for soymilk?’ he replied, ‘We have to pay for it.’ i pointed out, ‘You have to pay for the cow’s milk and cream with which people supplement their coffee, as well; why don’t you [...]
When this place was called Mean Bean, it had a powerful set of advantages, not least of which was its position as a foil to the shortcomings of the other cafes in southern Center City; every time we tried to visit the Stellar on Spruce only to find it closed, or when we couldn’t bide [...]
I was very pleased when I learned that a new coffee shop was being installed right near my residence. Looking back, I’m not sure how I allowed my expectations to be raised so. Located on the left bank of the Schuylkill, along a major east-west artery leading into University City, Walnut Bridge Coffee House is [...]