I’ve said it once, I’ve said it again: Durham needs more places to work remotely.
I’m tired of playing hipster Mad Libs when it comes to trendy cafes, but I appreciate that this one lived up to it’s name.
One of the first things I do in an unfamiliar city? Scout a coffee shop. Stat.
It’s a Sunday. Suspicious Minds, right off Elvis’s #1 hits album, is streaming on Tidal. “We can’t go on together,” he wails. “with suspicious minds…” My love for Elvis is one of my best guarded secrets. This isn’t a hipster thing, I once had an affinity for slick back hair – a strange, school girl…
I visited Tipico, a coffee shop near downtown Buffalo during my road trip the other day. Open space, lots of coffee, and a kickass playlist.
Very much like my relationship with Rochester, my relationship with coffee is complicated. I didn’t always like coffee, or find much use for it.
It’s pouring. I race from my car, fumbling as I slide my arms into the grey Method Savvy sweatshirt from the back of my SUV. I open the door to Folks on 4th, immediately greeted with a chill from the air conditioning and soft, ambient lighting. It’s quiet.
Welcome to the Westfjords! The most northern part of Iceland, the Westfjords is home to adorable puffins, spotty internet, and tons and tons of fjords! More about that later. Here’s what you should expect upon your triumphant arrival.
When you arrive in Ísafjörður, as far north one can find civilization in the Westfjords, you quickly realize that there’s nothing there. There’s a bank and a gas station, some houses, cute little shops, but that’s about it.
The waitress hands me a spork. “What’s that for?” Nikki asks. “Oh, it’s for the grits,” I explain, placing it carefully next to my knife. “But I’m not using it. I think sporks and spoons are disgusting.” Nikki sighs, with a hint of amusement, and says: “Of course you do.”