In Which We Live the Cafe Life

 

When I was young and wild, I had a favorite bar, but now I have calmed down considerably and have a favorite cafe instead.  I'm sure soon I will be reduced to having a favorite doctor's waiting room.  So all that means I frequently mention my adventures in Peet's, the world's finest cafe.  When I was looking for an apartment, my primary requirement was being near Peet's, since real estate is all about location, location, location. The sweet place where I now hang my head popped up a block from Peet's and I was immediately sold.  I would have put up with rats and asbestos if I needed to, fortunately it turned out to be a lovely apartment. 

Being so close to the mecca of lattes and pastries means I can go there every single day.  And I'm glad I do, if it wasn't for Peet's, I would have long since turned into a shut-in talking to my cat even more than I already do.  Not that I actually speak to anyone at the cafe, god forbid, but all the baristas know me so always have a little chit chat with them and then I ignore everyone else, but I still have to deal with overhearing my fellow customers, so very many of whom are idiots.  I recently heard some guy patiently explain to his middle-aged female companion that tuna came in cans.  Bitch, what? How could you you live in this world as long as you apparently have without knowing how to get tuna? 

More to today's point is that I realize I have never shared what my beloved Pete's looks like.  So here's a quick little tour to let everyone know when I mention the old place what I am talking about.

Isn't this the coziest place you've ever laid eyes on?

This counter marooned in the middle of the room is what I have privately dubbed No Man's Land.  Its awkward height and exposed situation means nobody wants to sit there.  If I walk in and someone is parked at it, I know all the seats in the joint are already taken and I will have to fight for a perch.

Speaking of seats, this is my favorite.  I can sit here and watch all the action out on the sidewalk and at the same time turn my back on the madness going on inside.

Eye candy is a frequent bonus.

I usually avoid the table seating mostly because that just encourages my eavesdropping tendency.

Command central.

Surprise.  I jusr wanted to see if you were still paying attention.

Guys with whom I'd like to have a cup o' joe:

Jeebus on the cross and meat in the seat.

I love when a boy's butt chops overwhelm his panties.

Speaking of things which overwhelm me.

I've been bingeing a British police procedural series called Line of Duty and I am digging it.  Tragically, none of the actors look anywhere near like this.

Isn't that inviting?

I don't know why the show is so po-faced about cute guys, apparently there is plenty of fine British beef.