An ode to Caffe Strada

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Oh Strada,

How do I express my love for thee?

Your coffee, so strong.

Your location, so prime.

 

I remember that fateful summer day.

The skies were blue and the coffee was black.

I basked in the sun and studied for a French quiz.

Je suis tombé amoureuse de toi ce jour-là.

 

You’re up so early, you’re up so late.

Countless hours I’ve spent.

Countless dollars I’ve spent.

All worth it.

 

Your bathroom, a cruel torment.

Like really, how many gallons of water reside on that floor?

Why does that smell never go away?

And I know that other stall isn’t “Out of Service.”

 
Alas, nothing is perfect.

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  • Nunya Beeswax

    Strada’s coffee is terrible.