coffee house

coffeehouse

The first time, it was closed. We breezed by on our bikes; I remember shouting to announce the fact that there was a large wooden building that said it had good coffee.

coffeehouse2

The second time, it was open. So we swung our bikes into the parking lot, showering gravel everywhere, and headed inside. Immediately we were met with a warm and cozy atmosphere. The interior and exterior were both made up of wood. The entire place was bathed in that dim and soft light caused by the chandeliers bouncing off the walls. Coffee beans were spilling out of bins in the lobby, and a friendly waitress with wonderful English was waiting to escort us to our rough wooden table.

coffeehouse3coffeehouse4coffeehouse5

After ordering (two cappucinos, one latte, one milk tea) we admired the general décor, and especially the fine china and strange coffee contraptions.

coffeehouse7

The coffee was, of course, excellent, and another waitress came over while we were drinking to talk to us. She had been to college in Seattle, so her English was also wonderful, and it turned out that her father, a famous architect, had designed the coffee shop. It was a family run business, and you could see the love and care in every tiny detail and curve of wood in the place.

coffeehouse1coffeehouse6

otter.

Note: We will be heading off for the weekend for some inter-team training, so I probably won’t post until next week. See ya later!

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s