I’m not a frequent coffee drinker. In fact, I’m not even well versed with the different varieties available yet somehow I enjoy visiting coffee shops. So much that it’s led me to believe that my infatuation is not so much with the caffeine fix itself but with the shops that serve them.
I’m not talking about big chain Starbucks. Frankly, I generally avoid but respect them for being among the first in globalizing this idea of wanting to create a “third place” for people to be a part of. Home would be 1st and work 2nd.
Instead, my attention has always been towards these small, independent coffee shops that make up the fabric of neighborhood life. They’re all distinct in nature and although they essentially serve the same drinks, it’s the atmosphere and the people that make the place.
They don’t all usually provide the best atmosphere for distraction-free work but they certain provide a wealth of inspiration if you’re the observer type like a curious photographer or writer. I love just about every aspect about it. The coffee making process, the beautifully displayed pastries, the sound of steaming milk, the dim lighting and even the random conversations you’ll inevitably overhear.
I discovered Barcey’s Coffee Shop in Brooklyn while making a wrong turn one day and upon my first visit, I realzed it was so quaint and close to home that the idea of paying for something that I can easily make at home never became an issue.