I have been living in the Art Museum neighborhood of Philadelphia for two years now, and have failed to visit many of the local establishments. Some of you may know my dedication to a genuine La Colombe ice coffee (it’s topped off with a fresh shot of espresso), and my willingness to walk, pre-caffeine, about a mile to attain such a cup of coffee.
A popular coffeeshop in my neighborhood (which shall remain unnamed) has given more than one unpleasant experience, leaving a bitter taste in my mouth and no reason to re-return. I had long ago given up hope that I might enjoy a good cup of coffee (aka juice of the gods) within a ten block radius of my own home.
I read recently that mixing up your morning routine can get creative juices flowing. The article suggested making breakfast backwards; i.e. pouring your milk into the bowl before your cereal. I don’t eat cereal, and can’t figure out how to make scrabbled eggs or fruit salad backwards, so I had felt at a loss. I live on the same street I work on, so finding a new route seemed silly as well (plus I’d miss out on the dishwasher from McCrossen’s who always calls me “Miss America”).
Today I did find something new to thread into today’s morning routine, to step out of the ordinary. (Meditate, sun salutes, breakfast, shower, makeup, get dressed, realize I’m late for work…)
I tried Cafe L’Aube. And it was lovely. I can’t wait to return. The coffee was nothing particularly special, but they are a creperie, which I am especially excited about. They are local, the owner and cashier offered an incredibly pleasant guest experience, and the space was clean, full of light, and looks like a place that would be lovely to relax over coffee with friends. Can’t believe I waited this long.