It’s been hot and humid and generally gross outside lately, and because my window AC can’t always keep up with a 113ºF heat index, I’ve been spending a lot of time in coffee shops. The city is full of them, whether they’re cookie-cutter corporate or independent and quirky. The one thing they all have is reliable air conditioning and cold drinks.
One of my favorites is in the basement of an old building downtown. There are no windows, of course, which gives the place a wonderful atmosphere. With lamps, string lights, brick walls, and support columns in odd places, the places feels like it used to be some Parisian nightclub or a 1920’s speakeasy.
I stopped in today to grab an iced coffee and read John Cleese’s memoir, So, Anyway… for a while.