grande skinny vanilla latte. sadly enough these four little words make me the happiest i am all day. sometimes i say them twice a day and when i'm feeling really feisty i'll blow right past the grande and head for the venti. 365 days out of the year i deposit my $4.74 into my piggy bank of goodness called starbucks.but something happened three months ago. something that turned my world upside down. a coworker from seattle (let's call him brandon) said that there was a new coffee joint in town and that we simply had to go. being from seattle, i had to trust him on his coffee recommendation (that's like asking me where to get yourself a boyfriend blazer, uh duh, j.crew!)... so off we went down w. 29th to a place i would like to personally introduce you to...Stumptown, meet my people -- people, meet Stumptown. one of the very few places that still uses the espresso machines that are as shiny as they are grand and are operated by a barista wearing what i would like to call 'the hipster uniform': tight jeans, skinny black tie, astrological tattoo strategically placed on the forearm and a newsboy cap to top it off. don't even bother showing up with your fancy little visa, cash is king and keeps the flow going. this relaxed environment overlaps into the lobby of the ACE hotel where macbooks open themselves to workers needing an out from their cubicle life.
i'm sure i haven't done this establishment any justice at all but if you find yourself on west twenty ninth street of manhattan, between broadway and fifth avenue, stop by...say hello to kat...her tattoo artist in portland designed the logo on their cups!
p.s. now its just a latte, if you want to be a doll and bring me one.
