Having coffee with my ex
Last week I cheated. I had coffee with my ex. Ex-coffee shop, that is. And I was reminded why we ended our relationship. Kiva Han continues to both dissatisfy me and make me look bad in public. Its lids leak, dripping scalding coffee down my arms and on my shoes. Plus, it never tried very hard to be good to me. It selfishly plays its punk music loudly, and really wasn't all that good in cup.My new love, Té Cafe, is exquisite. It's everything I've ever wanted. And oh so tasty. Couches, free wifi, outlets, WDUQ, and friendly baristas.
I've left a string of exes around Pittsburgh, and while I've flirted promiscuously with my other ex, 61C, I'm again reminded that, while it may be the courtesan of all the other grad students, it's too hard and stingy with electricity for me. He's only good for late night rendezvous.
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Although one of the things I like about 61c is precisely that it plays hard-to-get-power, which keeps me from getting distracted by all the pretties on the internets, and so I work harder. My summer fling Third World Cafe (53rd at Kimbark in Chicago) played hard-to-get-wireless, which pleased me.