The house that specialty coffee built
If you could do a sort of James Joyce stream-of-consciousness literary magic, and transcribe the conversations transpiring inside a coffeehouse, that would be quite a jolt. Think of all the blind dates, business meetings and casual conversations percolating inside the café — in a variety of fonts, sizes and colors. A plumed question here, a rainbow of answers there. Think of all the breakups that have happened here, all those alliances formed, deals brokered, or plans made and subsequently broken. Such is contemporary living: I can’t remember how many times I have set interviews, met friends, drunk-texted someone, or satiated my caffeine fix in, say, the old The Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf (CBTL) in Greenbelt 3. That place is like a fulcrum of memories, and those moments are blissfully refillable.