guys, I miss Allison
And I’m not even sure why. It was filled with flies, the tables sucked (they were tiny, had uneven legs, and some of them were recycled sewing machine tables with a bunch of iron hardware where you wanted to put your knees), and the music usually sucked. But I loved it anyway. I was loyal to it like some people are loyal to Trident. The coffee was good, the prices were high but maybe low considering that everything was OG, I liked the baristas, and Allison was behind the counter regularly. I guess the biggest thing, though, was the people-watching possibilities: that garage door front meant that you could watch the Pearl traffic all day while procrastinating from your real work.
Alas, Allison decided to get out of the coffee shop bidness. She papered the place up and word on the street was that she sold to two friends who had plans to remodel and reopen. But that was months ago and the place is still papered. Allison, I hate giving your business to Laughing Goat. Please come back.
