Almost all of the tables are full. The satellite radio is playing Jim Croce and Van Morrison. Erinn the barista is shining the stainless steel while the customers sit active but totally silent. The air is abuzz with thought, creation and toe-tapping, but the people at the tables are quiet enough that we can still hear the air conditioner. I'm drinking an iced Americano and eying up one of the easy chairs. As soon as it opens up I intend to trade my laptop and table for a cozy chair and a book.
This is Morning Fix at it's finest. It's calm but energizing, bright but cool and cozy but spacious. The street outside is lively, and everyone in the shop is participating in the community in some way. Erinn puts on a fresh pot of drip, and the whole place starts to smell like Caravan Sumatra. The aroma is invigorating!
A little bell on the door rings as each new customer comes in. Even on a fully warm day, about half the people order hot drinks. I confess I don't understand this, but that's one of the beauties of coffee culture. Everyone has their own style of drink, but we all love to stop by the local shop to get served up hot (or iced) and fresh.
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