House Coffee
I wander into UnUrban, a coffeehouse in an artsy business district on Pico in West Los Angeles, California. Housed in a…well…house, UnUrban is one of those comfy places you can camp out all day, napping on a well-worn couch or drawing from the reading library when you’re bored and alone. When others are present, the coffeehouse has a variety of activities one can participate in: roleplaying in the gaming area…sipping an espresso while enjoying a variety of staged entertainment…soliciting feedback on that Great American Novel you’ve been working on…
For a few years now, I’ve fantasized about running a place like UnUrban, or like Caffe Pergolesi in Santa Cruz, California: a large Victorian house with creaky wooden floors and lots of space to wander while enjoying that hot-yet-mild-tasting morning brew, served in a tall glass mug. I can see it now: me in a bathrobe, deejaying some chill downtempo electronica, perhaps simultaneously broadcasting it to the web. I’d have to be in charge of the music; there’s nothing more disturbing in a cafe than poorly-chosen tunes. Don’t worry, though, I have good taste–except sometimes I make the coffee too strong. Still, you’ll get your money’s worth in my coffeehouse; if the coffee’s too strong (or not strong enough), I’ll fix it up right for you, on the house (and in the house).