Descriptive Writing About A Coffee Shop

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I finally find a small opening. Crawling slowly down North Limestone street, icy and slick, I keep my eyes peeled and there it is. The best thing for anyone hoping to go to a street-side business, a street parking spot. I hardly notice the forearm deep snow I ease my car through sliding just a little toward the curb as the wheels momentarily lose their grip on earths surface. I open my door, keys in hand and am blasted with frigid air. Lady wind rushes to greet me with her frosty fingertips as if hugging a friend. My layers are no match for her icy hands. I shiver slightly and briskly walk up the slick sidewalk steeling myself against the wind. The street is a mess of ice and what might have once been pure white fluffy snow. However, hours …show more content…
Tearing myself away from my momentary plunge into the abstract, I am back to business. A man short, with pepper and salt stubble shoulders his way through the door hands in his pea coat pockets. I am assaulted by aroma and warmth. One step in and the door shuts behind me leaving lady wind to assault other passersby with her cold embrace. The fragrance is a mix meant to be. Coffee brazenly tickles my olfactory senses giving me a signal of boldness and strength complimented by sticky sweet glazed and fat filled donuts. My stomach rumbles appreciatively applauding the performance of the donuts and coffee on my nose and wishing to get a more intimate interaction with them. I glance immediately to my right, people line a bar composed of a laminated wood plank. The simplicity of the bar, the plain dark stained tables, the two stuffed chairs in the corner, is quite pleasant. There is a comfortableness and a sense of easiness around me. People battle the elements to visit North and Lime, knowing they will be rewarded with fresh baked donuts and a quality level of coffee that is becoming more and more popular in the country. My senses are peaked, expectations high. I get into line bouncing on the balls of my feet, willing the people in front of me to move more quickly. After what seems like hours of listening to customers drone their tedious orders, I step up to the counter and am greeted by a warm cashier. He smiles knowingly as if to say that no matter …show more content…
I glance around and am relieved to see a table open up in the busy shop. Stepping over with my order, I drop my stuff down territorially and glance around before easing myself into the simple metal chair at the table. I start with the espresso, the smell of bitter strength assaults my nose almost offensively. I swirl the coffee and take a long drag from the tiny cup. Fireworks have gone off in my mouth. Bitterness bites into my tongue like a ravenous wolf but swiftly retreats to be replaced by smooth, dark nuttiness. I immediately finish the second sip of the double shot and bite into a plain glazed donut. Nuts and dark chocolate are replaced with the opposite. Sweet sticky donut fills my mouth and for a moment I forget the coffee. But soon the two blend together seamlessly making a whole new flavor profile that is unmatched by much of anything in the culinary world. I swallow and feel my tongue prodding disgustedly at the layer of fat coating the roof of my mouth. I quickly take a long drink from my pour over coffee. I swish it around happily as its comfortable heat melts away the donut’s residue. Like a hungry laborer from the mines at dinner, I find the donuts a new home in my belly and lean back satisfied, coffee cup warming my hands. As the drowsiness that so often comes with eating rich foods, washes over me I for the first time register a familiar voice reaching out of the

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