A laid back place, it's a regular haunt of my hosts in Seattle who often use it as an office of sorts - good coffee, decent flow of people, mellow/jazzy/funky music (accurate as of now...), an honest and colourful proprietor, and wireless. Nearly everyone that's here, or walked in since I arrived, seems to be a regular; or likely to return as one.
On the note of wireless - 7.5Mbps download and 5Mbps upload... reasons enough to leave SA for some, I'm sure.
This part of Seattle is apparently quiet trendy and my experience of dining out at Cactus last night, walking to and around Green Lake, getting lost in the suburb and casually observing passers-by has left me intrigued and almost bemused (which I'm sure reflects my total lack of exposure to First World suburban city life). Exercise seems to be big here - gardens not. Most of the girls I've seen wear the kind of tights I'd expect in the gym. "It's because many will exercise to and from work and it's acceptable to stay in your running kit," says my host. Given that very few of the runners I've seen look as though they're likely to work up a sweat, even while running, I guess there's no need to change. And most of the figures are certainly worth not hiding...
Today should include a ferry trip to Bainbridge Island, weather permitting, and until a familiar face pops through the Revolutions door, I'll busy myself with a little The Month planning and finish my $2.45 Americano (with a little space for milk) made with Herkimer beans and resist the temptation to pick up one of the many board games and drop a serviette at the feet of the pretty girl in the corner.
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