That must be the most boring title in history. If I saw that on the internet I would not read it. Although luckily for you, this story is more entertaining than the title.
I was early for work in downtown Pittsburgh the other day. It's nice to be there early before the traffic gets bad and the 9-5ers turn the city into a zoo. On the ground floor of PNC Plaza sits a little coffee shop, almost too small to see if you weren't looking for it. It's called 21st Street Coffee and Tea. It's the stereotypical coffee shop experience. Soft, warm lighting, the latest classical guitar acoustic folk tunes playing, a twenty-something hipster girl working the counter using a soft voice, and probably ten other coffee shop cliches I can't think of now.
I wandered in and looked around. Even though it was small it did really seem like an oasis in a concrete jungle. It smelled wonderful and was quiet and peaceful as cars and people zoomed around just outside the door. As I took a look at the menu I noticed that there didn't seem to be much regular coffee stuff. Now, maybe it's because I didn't grow up in San Francisco or Seattle or some place, but I really did expect to see some dark roast working-man's kinda coffee mixed in with the fancy, pretentious stuff like a Peppermint Lotus Snowflake Boba green tea latte with a shot of Chai caramel eucalyptus lemon grass espresso.
No regular coffee was to be found, at least not by an amateur coffee shop guest like me. Nonetheless, I was not going to let this ruin a pleasant morning experience, so I stepped up to the counter and asked what they had for regular coffee.
