The irony of Chinatown Coffee is not lost on me. Apparently they limit the number of outlets that are available to customers (I got the last open table to find there was no outlet in sight). My poor little 3-year old Toshiba lasts a maximum of 30 minutes. So yeah.
Anyway, I'm pretty impressed with the place. Genuinely minimal. Not like, "We went to Ikea and bought minimalist Swedish furniture" but like, minimal as in just tables and chairs, unfinished brick wall, one single orange color on the opposing wall, stainless steel accents and, of course, no outlets. Now that is minimal.
My iced coffee (a summer staple of mine with two splenda and room for half & half) is pretty good as well as the music and general commraderie of the people here. I actually saw a couple walk in ready to camp out and study together, only to find no empty tables. A random guy reading his book saw them and said "Take the other half of my table... I don't need all the room." They are now discussing a Latin American book that one of them was reading. And now, as I was writing that, another gentleman asked if he could sit at the table next to them. They have just formed an odd, happy little table of people drinking coffee and eating cupcakes. I like that.
Time to go before my laptop powers down. Looks like Chinatown Coffee has succeeded in forcing me to forgo the internet and actually read my book. I like that, too.
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