Boundary Street. You know. Twenty years have passed. All your hippy-come-hipster cafes have up and left to a street nearby. The ones that are left are so full of their own wood that the acoustics are an assault to the ears. That street.. it's around here.. somewhere. I've seen it?
There's a point at which trying to find a relaxing spot becomes anything but relaxing. You know what? Grab an espresso over some ice cream a "Melt" for a buck and consider your caffeine done. read more