Maybe not quite in those words, but I did order a grilled cheese and tomato soup with my second cup of coffee as the day was tit-nipply and drizzly. “Please, mum, can I have a grilled cheese and tomato soup?” I said. Stepping inside, the first thing I noticed was the massive glittering chandelier hanging over the register.Īwed and feeling a little like Oliver Twist at Mr. Where Stir Crazy is a rustic establishment in the cozy style of a hunting cabin, Bricks & Scones is the Downton Abbey of coffee shops. I picked up my friend Justi and we awayed to Bricks & Scones. I gained a companion on my quest after leaving Stir Crazy. Then groups and breakfasters started trickling in and, by 10:30, the shop was full and my coffee was cold.īy the way–WiFi Password: Surfyourballsoff (but don’t use it because you should be writing) Except Statler and Waldorf in the back corner, observing and making commentary once in a while. I grabbed a seat next to a power cord–a rare vacancy in Los Angeles–and took a sip of coffee. Two bucks isn’t a bad price to avoid feeling like a jerk taking up space for a couple hours on a Saturday morning. Something self-conscious in the way she said it. The waitress took my order and muttered, “Do you want the bottomless coffee?” I wasn’t sure I’d heard her right. The men two-stepped around a laptop debate for a couple of minutes before the shop fell into a hush, pulsated by a few murmurs. She farewelled them warmly and left with her order. Was this place too good to be true? At the counter, a young woman laughed with two seated middle-aged men. Inside, classical music lulled out of the sound system. A few metered parking spots were available as well.Īs I walked up to Stir Crazy, I saw a lone man sitting at a table outside with his laptop. Two-hour free parking on the residential street right beside the shop was a good sign, and the street was almost free of cars. My quest began at the sleepy intersection that is Orange and Melrose at 10 a.m. is a massive beast, my findings will be posted in three parts, somewhat by region. IOU one cuppa.īecause I can only handle so much caffeine in one day and because L.A. A big thank you to all who made suggestions. I obviously couldn’t visit every coffee shop in L.A., but I ventured to what I believe is a good cross-section pulled from Yelp lists, proximity, and, most helpfully, a survey of my Facebook friends. Having read this, and perhaps gripped by the nauseating realization that I was averaging about one page of revisions per hour at home in my quiet room, I decided to venture into the wilds of metropolitan Los Angeles on a quest to find the best coffee shop for a local writer in desperate need of brain lubricant. This week, I read about a study that showed our creative cognition is enhanced by the moderate noise level often present at cafes. Update: I decided to make this an ongoing series, so disregard the stuff about a three-part post.
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