David Given Schwarm

Luis, Alex, Jack, and I went here on Sunday on the way to Panda Express.

Hipsters hanging out in front, people trying to buy cigs for a quarter, very healthy vibe. Shop was empty and fairly quite. Barrista was young, tattooed, and clueless.

I ordered an espresso and a cup of coffee. The espresso was 35 seconds of mud with a tooth paste spit thin head that tasted like ants burnt with a magnifying glass. The coffee was fairly cold and had been sitting around for a long time–not bad, actually, but a little cold a flat in the cup.

The boys had hot choclates that they loved. Luis had a frapacino type thing + did not complain.

We toured an art show downstairs which was newspaper taped to the wall.