Again, it seems the local coffee drinkers eschew the most comfortable seats in the cafe. I am the only one sitting on (what is) a very comfortable couch. Everybody else in the joint is sitting on hard wood and metal chairs.
The clientele is the exact same kind of clientele I've seen at the previous three coffee shops. Of course, all of them no doubt think themselves "independent" or "unique"...especially the particularly hipster-looking young man sporting a rats nest for a beard...but they're just like everybody else. They are all conformists to the highest degree. No matter what they say or do or think, they are completely replaceable with all the other coffee drinkers I've seen before. The only person who stands out is a middle aged man who is sporting a "5k Run" shirt and seems to be in good shape. A woman with a nice figure just walked in and as is common place, once you see her face you see she doesn't care to doll herself up. With so little care given to her face, it's a guarantee she doesn't put any effort into her body, and was thus, very fortunate to be born with such genetics. And of course, she has a short hair cut.
Thankfully there is no music, but an incompetent mother was considerate enough to bring her crying child in so at least we can hear something. Without the kid it's just quiet background conversation of effeminate men and women who think they're smart because they have a masters in some humanities field or another.
Today's coffee is a "Peruvian Medium Roast." I've been letting it cool for a bit, so I'll try it and see if I can taste a difference between that and any other coffee I've had since I've started "Operation Coffee House."
Wow, it tastes just like coffee!
But wait, what's this after taste I'm tasting?
Hang on...trying to determine what it is...oh, wait! I know what it is! It must be the "peace."
The sign outside said, "Fair Trade and Peace Coffee." I do know what "Fair trade" coffee is, but I never knew what "peace coffee" tasted like. Now I do. Boy, I sure am glad they put peace in the coffee. Otherwise it wouldn't have tasted as good. Now I'll have to find a coffee shop that sells "War Coffee." Wonder if it's harsher.
Apparently I'm in the wrong business. There's some simple photographs up on the wall of different locales of the Twin Cities...wow...where have I seen that before? Oh, that's right, at all the other coffee stores I've been too. But this guy must be a great photographer. He's charging $200 for framed photos, unlike $85 which has been the average at other stores. To me it looks like he just took a 14 mega pixel camera, took some hi-res photos, printed them off at the local Kinko's, and framed them. Of course, I am not an artist, so I obviously don't see the genius of this photographer, thinking I could do it myself. Hopefully he went to school to learn how to take photos.
Heh, so there's an "about the artist" statement on the wall. Guy got a liberal arts degree in French. Good to see he's putting it to use.
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