First of all, let me just say that this place has class coming out of its rear end. Class! Class! Class! The aura, the allure is really something else! It really gives you the feeling of an old time coffee place, like something from the early 19th century. I think much thought has gone into creating this perception. First of all, when you step inside, you have to go through a heavy black curtain. Of course I realize that one reason for this is to try to regulate the temperature; and if that's the case, I have to tell the owners: guys, you have to put some more effort into that, because again, as is the case with other coffee places I've visited, my favorite corner table, the one that looks right onto the bustling with pedestrian traffic Tremont Street, is subject to the draft from the outside Winter weather whenever some new customer comes in; and let metell you,customers are continuously- coming-in! This place is po-pu-lar with a capital "P"! In fact, I've tried to come here time and again because I've always had my view on this place, but it's always been bustling with customers, chock-full. However today, I happened to be dressed up for some other occasion and so I decided to visit again, feeling I'd fit in more. And, oh joy, not only was this place semi-empty (or semi-full, depending on the kind of person you are), but my favorite corner table was available! Would it remain available by the time I would have my coffee in my hand? The suspense built up! Anyway, let me loop back to my impression of the heavy black curtain at the entrance, which, although quite unsuccessful at regulating the temperature, gives the impression, intentional or not, that you are stepping from the modern world, through a curtain, into a new reality, an alternate, old-timey reality. It's kind of like the impression you got from those episodes from the TV series Twin Peaks, whenever there was a scene or a dream sequence with a stage and a red velvet curtain, especially in the final episode. Anyway, if that was the owner's intent with the curtain, let me tell you, it was pure genius. And as for the unever temperature inside, with a high of 37 degrees today and a beautiful, though intermittent February sun outside, I'm willing to semi-overlook it... Another thing that gives the impression of being in the mid-1900's, is the old-timey music, eclectic, soft, transporting. I digrees again - let me tell you about my order; OK, there's no way around this, the otherwise lovely, very kind and polite young lady got my small coffee order wrong... imagine my surprise - unexpressed however, coz I got class coming out of my rear end, as well - when I saw that my order of a small hot coffee cost over $4! Did I scream, did I yell, did I protest? I did none of these. I smiled bitterly and told myself that that is the price you have to pay for class, for a classy joint like this. However, when the other very nice and polite young man called my name (and let me digress once again and mention that everyone has a special way of calling out names, in a very sweet, crescendo tone) and forwarded a hot chocolate my way, I said to myself "huh, there's another guy with my name here and they are a hot chocolate lover". Then, when my small hot coffee was not materializing, I thought a little harder, I put two and two together and figured out that the young lady who took my order misheard. However, she could not have been nicer at rectifyng the situation with a warm smile on her face. So, I take my warm hot coffee in the expensive-looking, heavy porcelain (?) white mug, I add my desired amounts of cream and Splenda (coz this ain't no cheap Dunkin Donuts! They trust you to add your own cream and Splenda for Peet's sake! How condescending of all these other places to assume that they alone know how much cream and Splenda you need or deserve - not to mention that they often get it wrong) and I carefully (so as not to spill the precious fluid), proceed to the corner table, which, - oh double joy! - is still available! The table itself is a work of art, with a heavy, wrought iron (?) base and a heavy wooden top, with a replica of a front page of a copy of a 1969 Boston Herald Traveller featuring the moon landing (a hoax as we all know, since Kubrick produced the whole thing in a Hollywood basement - just kidding). And the chairs, so frickin beautiful, nice wooden chairs with leather seats and those nice little gold metal pins around the seat - class - class- class!
So here I am, finally, after many attempts, in the coffee shop I fantasized about for so long a time, enjoing a heart-warming hot cup of coffee with cream and Splenda, at my favorite corner table, looking out on Tremont street at the people coming and going on a mostly sunny February afternoon, bathed by the rays of the sun. Was it worth the anticipation? You bet it was! And lest I forget - the coffee is cheap! So great coffee, great ambiance, a time-travelling experience, and an unbeatable view. read more