My photography is pathetic, but my lowly 320 x 240 pixel camera phone and I tried our best to show you the simple elegance and hominess of this laid back, old school style establishment.
Hopefully I will have no problem painting a clear visual picture of the environment for you, as I am currently working from inside the doors of our institution of the hour.I have no idea when and why this building was originally built, and neither you or I care. It has an stimulating combination of rough furnishing and stylish décor. There is an array of invigorating colors masking the walls and enough brilliant smells to make even the most disconcerted nose smile a bit. The floor made me laugh a bit when I saw it; it was the same cracked up, slightly painted cement that was in my dad’s mechanic shop when I was a kid. Talk about a taste of home. The walls, however, are filled, yet not cluttered, with charming art prints. My server, Nikki I think, was delightfully kooky; she asked me what it would be, I said surprise me. She gave me a quirky look and chirp, and a couple of minutes later I got a lovely mixture of coffee, cocoa, cream, sugar, and even a splash of mint, all for the nice price of $3.25.
This place is pretty much perfect for studying, hanging out, and they even have live bands on friday nights, such as Little Brown Jug next week. The entire dining area reminds me of Christmas for some odd reason. It seems like the kind of place you would hang out with relatives around a fire. There are crazy comfy chairs, couches, and those nice coffee tables that only old people like your grandparents have in their living rooms. Nevertheless, I believe this is the time that I have to leave you, for my cup is empty, my writing quota is filled, and Nikki just called out that Mo Java is closing in five minutes. So until next time, bon voyage.
