Today is Saturday – the day I reserve for going out for a fantastic coffee. It’s not that during the week I drink the dregs, but Saturdays are the perfect candidate for a slow start to the morning, an afternoon outing, or a quiet evening – an opportunity to find the best latte in town. Today I set out fairly late – post dinner. I like after-dinner coffees out. It begs a relaxed stroll or a lazy bike ride. The rush to get the first caffeine of the day is sated, the haste of the day has passed. Instead, there is a relaxation, a settling-in for the rest of the evening, a sense of accomplishment and glow from the day, and an eager drawing up of new plans for tomorrow. The people-watching is completely different, too. In place of colleagues and commuters struggling to wake up on the way to the office are couples out for dinner, singles looking for their next stop of the night, and people catching up on their reading or writing of the day.
Admittedly, I am still searching for the perfect DC latte. I like Peregrine in Eastern Market, but still pine for my favorite haunts in Minneapolis (Spytown), New York (Oren’s), Copenhagen (Cafe Europa), and Boulder (Spruce Confections). Perhaps this should be a game, a challenge. While my man and I are in the middle of long-distance, I need a sense of adventure to keep me going sometimes. And, I’ve been rather remiss in posting about my eponymous Friday fikas. Keep your eyes peeled, the quest begins now.
One of my favorite things about drinking coffee, besides the taste, the ritual, the social nature, the warmth in your hand, the smell (that is a lot of favorite things), is the coffee kiss.