Ah, the daily grind. I've spent many contemplative mornings and many quiet afternoons at this very spot. Its the one coffee shop where they don't mind that I mix Jack Daniels into my coffee or spend three hours on just one cup. Their bubbly, receptive staff always knows what I come in to order - the free 16 oz coffee with a sandwich deal that's offered daily. Freshly printed copies of Metroland lie waiting in a stack on a wooden end table right before the entrance door. The final joy is walking up the stairs to the second floor where you can see everyone walking or driving past on lark street, smelling the sweet aroma of glass jars filled with exotic tea leaves from all over the world. There is a marvelous, vine-covered, almost ancient history to this place that provokes the imagination. When you visit here, time stops and no matter how many people are in the coffee shop with you, your solitude is never disturbed.
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