Different cafes have different feelings.

In Beijing, I am most familiar with Starbucks. At least on the East side, Starbucks blossoms everywhere, either next to shopping malls, in big hotels, in the middle of office buildings, or in more fashionable residential areas. In short, there must be Starbucks in prosperous places, lively places and places with convenient transportation. It's safest to meet someone at Starbucks, but even a road-blind like me has never delayed an appointment at Starbucks.

Starbucks in Cofco Plaza has been open for at least 10 years. Ten years ago, it was popular for petty bourgeoisie in Beijing to "not in a coffee shop, but on their way to the cafe." this cafe was probably more in line with the taste of petty bourgeoisie at that time. Every afternoon, the house was crowded with petty bourgeoisie men and women, everyone with laptops, looking for a secluded corner, sitting for half a day. It is said that film and television works that reflect the lives of contemporary young people are filmed here. Today, this dilapidated cafe is still very popular. Judging from the appearance of its guests, it seems that there are all kinds of things, and one of my girlfriends met a liar there.

There are many friends around me who like to drink coffee. There is a man who works in a publishing house who loves coffee very much and drinks coffee without taking medicine in case of headache and fever, which is said to be very effective. Her family has high-quality coffee from all the major coffee producing areas in the world, as well as professional coffee grinding and cooking tools. I drank it at her house. I watched her stir-fry the coffee beans, smell them all over the house, then grind them by hand, boil them with an alcohol lamp, and drink only the second course. Once I went to work to see her at three or four o'clock in the afternoon. As soon as I entered the hallway, I smelled a smell of coffee. I saw my colleagues leisurely carrying cups in twos and threes to her office to enjoy coffee.

In the eyes of an Italian friend, Starbucks coffee mixed with standard American formula is simply undrinkable. He only drinks his own espresso. The beans were ground into powder and began to boil. Such a small pot with only a small sip of coffee was served to me in a small cup. I was embarrassed to drink it when I thought that there were so many people waiting in the room.

In Beijing, my favorite cafe is carving time, which is owned by a Taiwanese who loves movies. Spend time in the carving time Cafe, as if carving time. The house in Xiangshan is garden and a little pastoral. Whether it is the lazy cat lying in the yard or the smell of mint leaves in the yard, it is definitely not the strong smell of coffee in this cafe on a summer afternoon. The one opened in Xiaoyunqiao is a different amorous feelings. Unexpectedly, the three floors up and down are full, the blinds are a little old, the old posters are yellow, and foreigners are very interested in talking. This picture is easy to evoke the imagination of another era. There are also many guests who go alone, sitting by the window, reading books, flipping through magazines, and then looking at the beautiful women passing by outside the window. It is so wonderful to spend the afternoon with a cup of coffee.