It's the kind of place that's sort meant to make you uncomfortable -- without music -- people sit expressionless at tall thin cherrywood tables a foot in diameter and set for four -- I listened to some gal speaking loud French -- with slight grammatically mistakes -- probably purposefully, just to see who notices and corrects her and becomes her next friend. It's that kind of coffeeshop -- a fashionably unpleasant, clean, dim-lighted place -- so frustrating --that the place happens to be right next door to me.
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