For I have known them all already, known them all:
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall. (Eliot, “The Love Song of J Alfred Prufrock)
STRIPES is a coffeehouse on Ulica Kushlanova, down the street from the Institut. It’s clean & well-lit. Big windows. NO SMOKING: yay.
Franck espresso. Dance music on the radio; some Euro dance music station. Bob Marley right now. No hip hop, praise God.
They apparently serve food, but I haven’t tried it.
The cappuccino is bitter. Average foam. Everything about it is average. It’s cappuccino for times when the setting–a good place to work, read, talk–matters more than the cappuccino.