the wee-est coffeehouse in the west

A few really bad camera phone photos of the space that will soon be Boheme. The furnishings in these photos will be gone; that’s just what’s there now. Again, this is a kind of front “foyer” area to the wine lounge that I’ll be sharing space with. It operates in the evenings; I’ll operate during the day. They’ve offered me evenings, too, but I want to see how it goes first.

So … here’s one corner and wall, with a cool, kind of teak-y bookcase that I will eventually fill with retail coffees. I’m looking forward to wafting the smell of some truly lucious coffee all through this place because it usually reeks of what I call “Patchouli Stank” and I just hate Patchouli Stank. So very much.

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The opposite wall. Man, a really bad shot. I took this not so you could see all the lounge specials on the blackboard, but to show the old red brick walls that surround the front door area. Can you see it? The brick there behind the sign? (Which, again, will be gone.) All of this, except the built-in bookcase, will be gone.

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Lord. An even worse shot. Okay. Look fast and then look away — quick! like a bunny! — to spare yourselves permanent corneal damage. This is the ceiling:

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The front doors, all neat with their perfectly etched stripes:

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13 Replies to “the wee-est coffeehouse in the west”

  1. How exciting! I can see your lovely big pot plant just where the uh, dead one, is now.

    Is the opposite wall really neon yellow, or is that just camera-phoniness?

  2. Yeah, I don’t know if I dig the yellow. In person I hope it’s nice, on the screen it looks like the Post-It Cafe. That bookcase is beautiful, however. Make that space yer own!

  3. The yellow in the ceiling shot came out looking very “hot.” I don’t know why. The color is actually very noncommital-ly yellow. I do plan to paint at some point.

  4. I also hate Patchouli stank. I once stopped dating a guy who wore Patchouli because I thought he just didn’t bathe. When I learned that he did, in fact, bathe and that he smelled that way *by choice*, I didn’t change my mind.

    Good for you for chasing away the stank.

  5. Maybe it’s b/c it’s cold here in Philly, but I keep imagining the bookcase full of coffee. Yum.

    Then the brick wall takes me back to my English classes in the Bellarmine building at St. Joe’s!

    Ha, the Post-It Cafe–because caffeine stimulates your brain to remember?

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