Friday, March 11, 2011
So...Southie doesn't have the most conducive, what I call, "idea coffee shops" (wait, do I really call them that??). You know, the kind that have wonderful seating and wonderful coffee, subtle background music (it's usually indie), nooks with books and magazines, warm lighting, a bottomless cup of coffee… the place you'd want to play scrabble at all evening. And I mean evening-- 7p-12a. High school hours. The kinds of places that either wonderful ideas are being tossed around between intelligent community citizens or also, we'll allow, for tweeners to gather and gossip about boys or a teacher or a test-- and not be out at on a scary pier in the middle of the dark. Anyway, I've digressed a bit. The point is, I wish Southie had such a place. It's where I've always done my best work. And I'm craving a cup of dark roasted coffee, especially when all Southie seems to make is light brown sugar water (with 32 flavors!).
Alas, that is how I've been spending my time: weak coffee, but wildly productive on the film front. Thank goodness for morning work ethics. And thank you for reading my small diatribe on South Boston Coffee.
PS- American Provisions on E Broadway & I will brew you a cup of amazing coffee, only trouble is they've only got folding chairs and it's sill 40 degrees outside. :( soon enough!