As many of you regular readers may know by now, I am guilty of a particular prejudice that fills my bowels with the fire of a million charcoals: I hate hippies. If you'll remember an earlier post to which I am too lazy to find and hyperlink, I celebrated with evil, ugly-on-the-inside glee when the the Someday Cafe (the smelly hive of my neighborhood hippies) shut down last year.
This weekend, I decided to put my money where my mouth was and support the Someday's replacement with my dollars. So I headed to Mr. Crepe in Davis Square. When my girlfriend and I settled in to enjoy lovely hot beverages and spend the afternoon studying, I couldn't have been happier. The bathrooms were clean, the music played at a less-than-earsplitting volume and the tea was delicious. Most importantly, there wasn't a white guy with dreadlocks behind the counter giving me the stink-eye because I chose to bathe that morning and wasn't wearing the "hipper than you'll EVER be" uniform. In short, I was in heaven. I was already mentally writing my rave in today's journal.
Until...
As we were studying, a Mr. Crepe employee came over to our table and said, "I'm sorry, but we have a half-hour limit on tables. People are waiting." Incredulously, I looked around - sure, there were about 5 people in line for drinks, but there were also four open tables. There was plenty of room. It was a stupid and arbitrary enforcement of some corporate rule.
In other words, it's the one thing that the hippies would NEVER do to me. Damn.
I swear, that particular corner in Somerville must have a magnet for my burning ire buried deep in the soil or something. I just can't win there. After promising to never spend another dollar at Mr. Crepe, we had homework to do and needed caffiene and a clean table to get through it all. We were at a loss.
Luckily, we decided to try the ICafe in Teale Square on Vinny's recommendation. It's actually in the basement next to Amelia's, so it's easy to miss. But the coffee and food are terrific, there's tons of room and the couple running the place are early favorites in the Nicest People in the History of the World 2007 award. I couldn't recommend the place highly enough. So go there.
This weekend, I decided to put my money where my mouth was and support the Someday's replacement with my dollars. So I headed to Mr. Crepe in Davis Square. When my girlfriend and I settled in to enjoy lovely hot beverages and spend the afternoon studying, I couldn't have been happier. The bathrooms were clean, the music played at a less-than-earsplitting volume and the tea was delicious. Most importantly, there wasn't a white guy with dreadlocks behind the counter giving me the stink-eye because I chose to bathe that morning and wasn't wearing the "hipper than you'll EVER be" uniform. In short, I was in heaven. I was already mentally writing my rave in today's journal.
Until...
As we were studying, a Mr. Crepe employee came over to our table and said, "I'm sorry, but we have a half-hour limit on tables. People are waiting." Incredulously, I looked around - sure, there were about 5 people in line for drinks, but there were also four open tables. There was plenty of room. It was a stupid and arbitrary enforcement of some corporate rule.
In other words, it's the one thing that the hippies would NEVER do to me. Damn.
I swear, that particular corner in Somerville must have a magnet for my burning ire buried deep in the soil or something. I just can't win there. After promising to never spend another dollar at Mr. Crepe, we had homework to do and needed caffiene and a clean table to get through it all. We were at a loss.
Luckily, we decided to try the ICafe in Teale Square on Vinny's recommendation. It's actually in the basement next to Amelia's, so it's easy to miss. But the coffee and food are terrific, there's tons of room and the couple running the place are early favorites in the Nicest People in the History of the World 2007 award. I couldn't recommend the place highly enough. So go there.
8 Comments:
You do realize that by telling people to go there it will now become overly crowded with people who you generally avoid anyway and you won't want to see when you just want to escape and study and the "Nicest People on Earth" will become annoyed with the daily absurdities they will now have to deal with...
all because of you.
That'll learn ya. Pass the hackysack.
~A Hippie
Best coffee in Somerville right now, plus a big screen TV, delicious crepes, an almost unlimited supply of overstuffed sofas, free wireless internet access, and decor that is a cross between a pre-Blond on Blond era coffeehouse and some sort of Egyptian basement rec room from space. Awesome place.
I decided to put my money where my mouth was
Where is your mouth now?
Where is your mouth now?
You of all people should have an accurate answer to that question.
Put your mouth on a hippie!
If there wasn't hippies then there would be trouble. Soap and shampoo shortages, VW's lacking drivers, the hacky sack industry would go belly up. And who would listen to all that awful Grateful Dead music? They keep it away from my ears so I commend them and their dirty,smelly ways.
Many people forget that Mr.Crepe is a restaurant and not a coffee shop like diesel or Starbucks. The 30 minute table time is only in weekends and lunch and dinner time during the week. Some people leave the restaurant because they don't find a table to eat. Sorry you take it personally, and yes sometimes it happens that there are no tables available you ask people to leave and next thing you know, 5 tables suddenly are empty, too bad you had a bad experience, we never ask people to leave if it is not necessary, but we have 12 tables, just make the math counting a $ 1.50 cup of coffee and employing 6 people for one shift......
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