Happened to be in Ballard this past week during a weekday. Had some time to kill. So I went to look for some good coffee in the brick old part of town. I managed to find the most precious of coffee shops, ordered a pour over and waited with a little buzzer thing that went off when it was ready. Partially inspired by this thread to broaden my horizons, I took all the paraphernalia that came on the wooden tray, the carafe, the clear glass and so forth and sat down, poured my drink out and had myself basically a ridiculous time. The coffee was both expensive and ok.
The best part of the coffee excursion was all the Goths that showed up. Goths getting coffee, while not as awesome as Goths on a beach, still points a day towards awesome. They looked fantastic and I can only hope they had some Nox Novucula in their future, particularly as bleak bright day turned to the dark joys of night.
None of them were staring at their phones, unlike the rest of the people in the shop. And the Goths were smiling and having a good time.
One of their friends had what appeared to be a fox tail emerging out from the leg hole of their cutoff denims. This person was not obviously a Goth, but the Goths had accepted them as one of their own. Anyway, Goths brought the joy to an otherwise bleak and kinda goofy coffee house.
