Operation Coffee House III

I finished my previous post from the previous coffee shop too early.  Once I packed up my laptop, put away my notes, and put my winter gear on, I looked up from my table and sure enough a hipster looking mother was nursing her child with her breasts hanging out for all to see.  Like I said, EVERY stereotype and prejudice you may have had about people in liberal coffee shops is correct.

Today I'm back at it again after the weekend, this time at a very cozy joint.  It's cozy because it's on a corner of a building and most of the external walls are windows resulted in a greenhouse effect in the coffee shop.  I also decided to occupy the comfy leather couch in a section of the coffee shop that is unoccupied by anybody else.  Everybody is sitting in the uncomfortable metal and wood chairs, in the one section where there is a wall and not a window.  Maybe it's because they don't want the glare on their Apple products...yes, again, I am the only one here with a Microsoft operating system. 

Art on the wall is from a local person.  I can't call him an "artist" because I could draw this shit when I was in the 8th grade.  And wow, how original - they're paints of local buildings and locales in the Twin Cities.  There are also oil paintings of feline creatures from Africa up on the wall that show a bit more artistic ability.  $85 each...unless your house had that African grass hut motif or you just wanted to scare little children, I wouldn't buy them.

Music is some band I remember from the 90's.  I can't put my finger on the band, but it's definitely sad and depressing.  A cello and an acoustic guitar, accompanied by men who sing like girls.  Speaking of the 90's, most peoples cars hail from that period too.  I can't complain or mock them though, my car is also from the 90's, but that was more out of a conscious choice of minimalism than one of forced finances. 

The coffee is good.  I've learned a new bit of vernacular in the coffee shop world - "dark roast."  Means stronger tasting coffee.  Up until this point the only coffee I had was the stuff you get for free at corporate offices.  Sure I had the occasional cup of Joe at the occasional coffee store, but it all fell under "coffee."  I still can't tell the difference between different blends and really couldn't care less.  There's "strong" coffee and "weak" coffee.  Whether it comes from an "Arabica" bean or a Central American bean my taste buds can't tell.  It's not like wine where it's sweet or tart, where you can discern between different types of wine.  Unless I start seeing distinct flavors and differences between coffees, my brain will be predisposed to entertain the theory that "coffee culture"or "coffee connoisseuring" is an effortless hobby people claim to pursue to sound intelligent or seem cultured.