It was great to see the empty streets other than shopping areas. Quiet black pavement with the occassional flying taxi. It was a good morning to walk, sit on the curb, j-walk and have some coffee. That is what a weekday off feels like before 9am. Oh right, and it was the day after thanksgiving after all.
Post street it is. The coffee shop: Farm:table
You walk in and is a typical city place. Enough space for about 10, a few sitting, a few standing.
I had an Americano and did not try any other snack, too early for any of that and I don't eat breakfast.
They serve delish Verve coffee and I approve. Love at first sip. Friendly staff, small place, simple. I plan to return.
Black Friday weekend carries over to Monday. Who is ready to return to work? Not me. But, speaking of work and all black elixirs, a lovely gift from a fellow coffee lover. We understand our addictions well. After all, admitting you have a problem means it isn't really one, errrr - right.
This hits home. Delicious.
*which comes from magical place in Los Angeles like this, below: (from a trip earlier this year)
Speaking of ELAY, Caryl sent me this picture when she saw the above, taken from what I think is the 405, what a rare sighting.
And to sum this black colour love post, here is velcro, she says hello. ♥cheers /////
I look inside myself and see my heart is black
I see my red door and must have it painted black
Maybe then I'll fade away and not have to face the facts
It's not easy facin' up when your whole world is black
-who else, the Rolling Stones.

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