11/26/2025
MAKE ART WITH WHAT YOU HAVE |
If you found yourself in Re*****on - the artists are starting to fill where others (typically delineated by waves identified by color of skin) have left-and if you required not merely caffeine but something approaching communion, you might enter Cafe De Los Sueños, whose Ethiopian roast possesses a brightness that could be called acidic or could be called honest, depending on your tolerance.
The cafe occupies the same twelve-foot width as the rowhouses that flank it, as though the neighborhood’s architectural DNA had predetermined even its small commercial spaces, but the room extends backward. In the back room Carlos was working the roaster—today a darker Colombian, which is to say a bean that would surrender its particular geography to heat and char, and a lighter Mexican that would retain some memory of its altitude. “Tariffs or not the prices aren’t coming back down”. Once they raise the prices they won’t lower them. Lena “my mom is in Frederick now, there’s no way to get there without going through DC “prepared a cappuccino with four shots for a customer who needed, apparently, a higher quotient of stimulation than average to face the approach of Thanksgiving. The customer did not explain why. The coffee cost seven dollars and fifty cents, which represented both a bargain and an impossibility, depending on who was paying. a woman struggled to find the coins to pay for a bottle of water privately bottled for profit from a public source. “I can pay for it, we walked in together so we practically know each other” said a second morning communicant.
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