Café Bibliothèque, the trendy coffee shop located in a former slaughterhouse, is know for its community of artists, philosophers, and intellectuals. One stipulation for patrons? If you’re going to sip your java inside, you must have a real physical book with you. That’s right, tree-killers only. But it can’t be just any book. It has
So there I was, a puddle of pumpkin spice, my physical body crumpled on the pavement outside of Starbucks while my glowing, (aptly) burnt-orange spirit levitated upwards, wondering what the hell I was supposed to do next.