If you spend some time driving up and down the [very steep] streets of Duluth, MN to find free parking, you will no doubt then spend some time walking up and down those same [steep] streets in order to find a cup of coffee. I did that, and I ended up sitting here at Duluth Coffee Company. There is a sunny bench when you walk in, but to get to the coffee you venture into a dim and delicious-smelling back part of the shop where there is a counter to order at, a wall of guitars made out of what looks like drift wood, and Duluth-themed gear to bring back home. The menu is straightforward and to the point: actual coffee drinks that promise a caffeine rush and plenty of flavor without making your teeth ache from a bunch of unnecessary sugary syrup. Excellent. I have ordered my usual, a cappuccino, and it’s excellent. I also enjoyed not paying an arm and a leg for it (lookin’ at you, Colorado).
There are a few locals chatting with the barista, and a mix of what I assume are other visitors. I can tell that they are visitors because, like me, they pause to peruse all the Duluth-themed gifts for sale. My friends back home would like that stuff, right? It’s pretty quiet overall, with just a bit of conversation and some music. It is a Sunday morning, and unlike some cities, this one seems to actually sleep in on Sundays. The street outside- which is a main drag of the downtown area- has minimal traffic. The temperature outside is somewhere around 68 degrees, and with the sun shining it’s a perfect morning to lounge around outside with coffee.
Between the guitars made out of driftwood (and I see one made out of an old aluminum tin!), the collection of old coffee pots on the wall, and the handful of attractive people in here, I am definitely happy to set up camp and enjoy my drink. This place could easily fall into the trope of tourist trap if it weren’t for the good coffee, interesting people, and comfortable feel that attracts regulars as well as visitors. I don’t recognize any of the bands that are playing softly in the background, but I know that I like them. My cappuccino is almost gone and it’s time for me to pack up and continue on my journey, so I will hurry up and post this now. Cheers!
I drove up to Boulder, CO today to do a little thrifting and hole up at a cafe. I found Laughing Goat Cafe on Pearl Street and I’m enjoying the warm spring afternoon at a table outside with an IPA next to me. This area is clearly geared towards tourists, but that doesn’t mean there aren’t exciting little boutiques, cafes, and eateries here. I stopped in nearby Red Letter Books (used books crammed floor to ceiling with only the barest hint of organization), found some comfy pants at Common Threads, and picked up a birthday gift for a friend at a boutique called Bliss.
But back to Laughing Goat-
It is very lively here, even though it’s a Monday afternoon and ostensibly most people are at work or school. Inside the cafe most tables are full and everyone seems to be working on their laptops. I guess I fit right in. The vibe is cozy pub and their selection on coffees is impressive. They keep two beers on tap (both are IPA), and have a long list of bakery and sandwiches. I saw about half a dozen different kinds of kombucha in their refrigerator and my mouth fairly watered. One was called ‘Rowdy Mermaid’ and I nearly bought it just based on the name. The crowd looks to be mostly young professionals and students, but sitting nearby is a woman and two young girls practicing their reading.
I’m not sure if this cafe could accurately be called a neighborhood spot, since Pearl Street is not exactly a neighborhood street, but there is an eclectic mix of clientele, as well as a variety of food and drink options that could keep just about anyone happy. Boulder is a popular spot for visitors due to it’s reputation for ritzy mountain living. Let’s just say Whole Foods is big here. It’s a bit of a haul from Denver, but perfect for daytrips. Plus, you can’t beat the thrifting options at Common Threads. I like this cafe, and even though I don’t spend a whole heck of a lot of time in Boulder, I would come back again.
I got off the plane in Seattle, WA about two hours ago and it has taken me this long to get a bowl of cappuccino in front of me. This is the CITY of coffee. I couldn’t be more excited about that fact, and I am currently sampling my first taste in a cafe called Zeitgeist, located near Pioneer Square. I’ve been to Seattle a few times before, but my knowledge of the city and it’s neighborhoods is very minimal. Thus when I got onto the train that heads from SeaTac into the city I pretty much picked a random stop somewhere in the middle of the map. I ended up in China town and started walking. It’s been raining heavily off and on- and I mean it pours for ten minutes and then the sun comes out, and then repeat. I dashed inside Zeitgeist after ignoring several other cafes that looked more chain-y and less interesting. The theme in this cafe is appropriate: world exploration. There are old globes scattered around, blown up black and white photos of children looking at globes, and old coffee pots and various caffeine making machines on display. This place was clearly once part of a factory: the ceiling goes up and up and is a networks of beams and cross beams. One wall is brick, one is drywall, and one is a big window looking out into the nearby streets. Zeitgeist is pretty size able and business is booming. The baristas are polite and efficient, dare I say even friendly. Friendlier than I would be in a Seattle coffee shop during rush hour, anyway.
The other patrons here look as though they all have important financial or marketing jobs. Everyone looks to be under forty and well dressed. There are plenty of open Macs on the counters lining the big windows. At the tables energetic young professionals talk about whatever they talk about over delicious looking sandwiches and salads. I’m clearly a traveler with my two backpacks and my casual clothing, but not really all that out of place.
Next to my trusty iPad is my big beautiful bowl of cappuccino. There’s plenty of espresso under that foam! It tastes much like a cappuccino I might have had in Denver or Madison though, so the jury is still out on all the coffee hype and what that tastes like exactly. Now the sun is coming out again,so hopefully it’s still out there when I leave Zeitgeist and continue my exploration. Is that a National Parks store across the street…?
It’s the weekend before my birthday I and decided to drive three hours straight west into the mountains to spend time with an old friend. She lives in a picturesque little town called Carbondale. The Crystal River flows nearby, the mountains surround us, and the downtown is only one street. I’m sipping my cappuccino in a cafe called Bonfire. The drink is good, and since it’s late in the afternoon the place is nearly empty. There’s me of course, writing, and a small group of baby boomer’s discussing things like the con-artistry of Costco, and raising kids. Outside the temperature hovers just above freezing and the sleet turned to snow. In Carbondale the trees all have Christmas lights and the bars have outdoor fireplaces for people to enjoy both the the scenery and beer.
I can’t say this is cafe is entirely my style but the scone I ate was delicious and the cappuccino is doing it’s job of perking me up and keeping my productive. In between writing this I’m adding the finishing touches to another travel piece for a different blog. I have a book too (of course), and the pressure is on to finish the last hundred plus pages before it’s due at the library on Monday.