Who can resist a good coffeehouse? Decorative art, the constant whirl of various espressos and and chai lattes blending together, and some song by an oddball indie band playing faintly in the background. Comfy old couches, creaky floors, and a bulletin board full of the strangest opportunities that Athens has to offer. Yes, the Donkey is just about as small-college-town as it could possibly be and it makes my heart happy.
At home we have Starbucks--the fast-paced, big business conglomerate version that tries as hard as it can to pretend that it's independent and free trade. I can't complain; what else does West Chester have to offer? I know I should probably be more hung up about the free trade thing, not to mention the exorbitant prices, but then again, I should be less of a fan of Walmart as well.
Whether it's the "Kaffeehaus Kultur" of some German metropolis, a Cinci espresso stop before work, or this cozy little spot on Washington St, you'll probably find me drinking coffee somewhere. It soothes the soul a little bit more than my usual shots of Red Bull. So I'll study crusade history in my comfy chair by the front door. I couldn't think of a better way to spend my last night in Athens.
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