A few pictures collected around the 'hood between gigs over the past few weeks.
Everyday
in Everyday, Food and Drink, Outdoors, Poetry
February, month of despair,
with a skewered heart in the centre.
I think dire thoughts, and lust for French fries
with a splash of vinegar.
-Margaret Atwood, from "February" (1995)
Anyone who knows me probably knows I don't drink coffee. But that doesn't mean I don't like a cozy place to warm up and dive into a book for a while during the cold months. Just a few blocks from Shenandoah is just such a nice spot--small, local, full of character (and characters): Hopscotch Coffee Roasters. They seem to take their coffee pretty seriously too, offering subscriptions to their fresh crop offerings and roasting their beans in small batches on-site. You know, if you're into that kind of thing.