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Under New Ownership
The Main Street Coffee House officially changes hands at midnight tonight. I doubt that very much will change but I stopped in this morning anyway.
I like the place. The woman who works in the mornings is a little vacuous and can't make a latté that's any good†, but I like the way the floor creaks, and the way your voice echos in the place when you talk. I like the way the Square is changing and growing. I like the morning air and the sounds of traffic a few blocks away.
† They don't use a good coffee for espresso to begin with, then she either fails to use enough of it or tamps it unevenly. Usually, she overheats the milk. So, what you get is a dilute coffee drink that is geothermally undrinkable for about an hour and, once cool enough to drink without vaporizing your palate, is only vaguely recognizable as a coffee drink.
So, you might ask, Bill, why the hell do you bother?
Nostalgia. And I like the place.
I like the place. The woman who works in the mornings is a little vacuous and can't make a latté that's any good†, but I like the way the floor creaks, and the way your voice echos in the place when you talk. I like the way the Square is changing and growing. I like the morning air and the sounds of traffic a few blocks away.
† They don't use a good coffee for espresso to begin with, then she either fails to use enough of it or tamps it unevenly. Usually, she overheats the milk. So, what you get is a dilute coffee drink that is geothermally undrinkable for about an hour and, once cool enough to drink without vaporizing your palate, is only vaguely recognizable as a coffee drink.
So, you might ask, Bill, why the hell do you bother?
Nostalgia. And I like the place.