There’s an oddly soothing atmosphere about quieter coffee houses. You know, the ones further afield than Starbucks or Costa or Pacific Coffee. I wholeheartedly support independent artisan coffee houses, and not in an 'I’m-so-hipster' way. I love the ambience, the thought of supporting someone or a group of people that are probably pursuing their dreams of cultivating a happy, calm place for like-minded people to stop by.
The quiet tinker of ceramics against ceramics, quietly whirring coffee machines or the chink of aeropresse glass against glass, quiet conversation or mindful tapping – the sound of a coffee house is calming in a familiar sense.
Did you know there’s a whole community that seeks out the perfect blend by routinely trying one order, everywhere? That fascinates me. I personally like nothing more than upping sticks from my comfortable blanket fort at home, grabbing
Thanks to old-timey films and new-gen movies, coffee houses possess an inherent rose-tint, a near-silent attitude that draws the non-discerning passer-by in. There’s a spirit about the art of the coffee bean and people looking for some refuge from the busy outdoors. Or maybe they’re just tired.
The Coffee Academics (Hong Kong)
Monmouth Coffee Co. (London)
Morris & Jacques (Brighton)
The Flower Power (Hertfordshire)
sensory Zero (Hong Kong)
Post inspired by Rae at Love From Berlin (her original post here).