cafe days

I love Mid City Caffe. I love the way they hold your french press coffee until it's properly brewed. I love their prosciutto and gruyere croissants. I love the tall stools by the front window and the way that hot air blows on your legs in the winter. I love the lone wolf friendly atmosphere, what with the too-close-together tables for one and the quietness. I love that the music is almost always beautiful.

Whenever I go there, I manage to produce something/make progress. I always end up staying for at least 3 hours and am more often than not lucky enough to find myself in a flow state. is it because my laptop is visible to strangers who are potentially silently judging me (although im sure no one cares)? maybe. maybe thats not such bad motivation. the power of blogs and facebook to draw me away from tasks when i'm alone is astounding. i hate it, but love blogs and the dopamine rush of finding a new thumbs-up on the book is sometimes just too powerful.

anyway, digression. mid city is kind of a perfect little neighborhood cafe for readers, writers, coders, etc. some DC cafes get so crowded, play the music so loudly, create so many opportunities for literally bumping into strangers that it just kind of feels like a daytime club. not our peaceful oasis.

so, hurrah to mid city. see you there