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I spent a whole bunch
of time in coffeehouses in my teenage years in LA. At the time it
was a great place for a high school guy, or group of guys, who went
to an all-boys prep school and were nowhere near legal age, to hang
out and act somewhat sophisticated in front of girls. Sophisticated
not in a monocle and ascot kind of way, but more of a I sit around
and talk about Nietzsche, listen to cool music and by no means steal
my dad's porn and play Sega until two in the morning kind of way.
In retrospect, I didn't even start drinking coffee until I was 25,
so I must have been imbibing hot chocolate or something. What a pussy
I was. Well, times have changed. I have responsibilities and am old
and tired and rely entirely on caffeine to bring me to life in the
morning (and no longer care if some silly girl thinks I'm a sensitive,
beatnik punk rocker). But, hell, I still love the idea of a coffeehouse--it's
part of my DNA. And Esperanto fits the bill with its worn wood, pressed
tin and hustle and bustle, but misses the mark in terms of supplying
the requisite used wing chairs, a couch that would be too shabby even
for grandma's basement and a lame, howling junky playing Jim Croce
or X on his garage sale guitar. And that, sadly, is probably why,
despite being crowded when we were there, this joint is closed (literally
a couple days after we were there). If you can't keep a coffeehouse
open this close to a major college campus, perhaps you don't deserve
to carry on this proud tradition. [MF]
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