My magical, not-so-secret hideout at school. Come for the $3.00 frothy chai, stay to eavesdrop on chainsmoking hairdressers recounting their lives to the resident artist, sketching away. It's for locals and graduate students, tucked under failing real estate offices on Calder Ave. Limited hours and nothing flashy, except for the old-style bean roaster jammed right next to the door.
Reminiscent of Prestogeorge in the Pittsburgh Strip. Pleasant and intimate. Charming baristas. When the weather's warm, perch outside and people-watch from your safe, buried trench. Also merchants of olive oil, tinned fish, and all your italio-american quick fixes.
