Coffee lovers: these coffees, those coffees

This coffee, that coffee.

I don't love coffee at all compared to people who lose their eyes at 3 p.m., wake up and nap when they hear the word Starbucks, and buy Kopi Luwak all the way online.

The pleasure of drinking is not as good as that of smelling, but it doesn't stop me from loving the cafe.

All buildings are containers, and cafes are containers for things like being unprofessional, living at a slow pace, the other side of yourself, the ultimate value, and so on.

My favorite cafe is Central Park in Friends, where there is a sofa that records the shape of my ass. I spend 7: 00 and 9: 00 here every day for years. Sink into a deep pit. There are several old friends who accompany me all day. I love them dearly. They are more important than the boss, more important than the customer, more important than Mount Tai, and they are the permanent people in my long life.

Three or four years ago, I walked into Nanluogu Lane for the first time and was stunned by the cafes scattered on both sides of the hutong. There are so many lovely places in Beijing. The reality of those cafes is diametrically opposed to the business and costume of Shangdao and the Bund. Large pots of exuberant green plants, wild flowers or stacked on the ground or casually shelved on the windowsill, there are no Harper's Bazaar magazines, but some obscure art magazines, flipping through them and experiencing unprecedented freshness in obscurity.

In the early days, the coffee cluster in South Gongxiang was too formalistic, charming, vigorous, female, male, hormonal, young, traveling and photographing, which can be distinguished from the decorative style and the name of the store. Strong style. It is gratifying to visit occasionally, but none of them is my dish.

Once, in the cold winter, wrapped in thick cotton-padded clothes, he walked 798 and stopped in front of a cold Bauhaus-style coffee shop. Walking in, there was an empty field of vision, and my heart was full of relief. The floor-to-ceiling glass hanging from the roof reflected infinite warmth on the body. When I sat, I was confused. My companion roared and left to catch the train.

Last year in Suzhou, I was dragged to participate in a game, "run to Suzhou". Oh, my God, the most lung-intensive run in adulthood, walking through the streets of Suzhou, looking for an ambush instructor in the game, and following instructions to go to the next location. Moonlight Wharf, Suzhou International Convention and Exhibition Center, Kunqu Museum, dumb fried, 30,000 Changchang tea, more than a dozen landmarks of new and old Suzhou are concentrated in the game, engraved in the ups and downs of running. One of the nodes of the game, the riddle is to find a coffee shop related to MiyazakiHayao, so in a tricycle, we came to the Cat's Sky City Cafe, which claims to have the best milk tea in Suzhou.

When I went in, there were postcards derived from MiyazakiHayao cartoons, gentle strokes, wild imagination, and two childish-looking baristas. The teammates who fought together ran up and down the stairs to look for clues hiding in the cafe. I stood at the counter and ordered a cup of milk tea. I would like to have a taste of the delicious food that made Suzhou amazing.

In Tianjin, there were several wonderful experiences that had nothing to do with coffee but friends. We spread our hands and feet and sat in the COSTA of the Olympic City, sunny in the sun, putting up sunglasses and blowing cowhide, as if we were on vacation in Hawaii.

Walking on Taian Road at midnight, I was surprised that the road ended so beautifully, curling Tingting overnight, cutting the ribbon for the newly opened Starbucks. We leaned on the wide sofa, the aroma of coffee around the beam for three days, eating a small snack, fairy.

On the 20th floor of Ping an Building, there is a small coffee shop with an area of 8 or 9 square meters. You can sit at the bar and watch the shopkeeper make coffee for you face to face. The shop also sells gadgets brought back by the shopkeeper from the United States. I have an appointment with my client and arrived earlier. Just stop here for a cup of coffee. I was alone in a daze at the window. The mother and daughter of the shopkeeper gossiped about themselves behind her. The length of the Zhang family was frozen in the gossip and went very slowly.

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