This past Monday was the final day of the coffeeshop . Before catching my bus down to Charlottesville, I dropped by, did shots with my bosses and coworker , chatted with my best buddy Angus (who's thwee and a hawf), made fun of the guy who was asleep against the memorial wall, and spent a few last minutes goofing around at Alt. In a few weeks we'll rise again, like a phoenix from the ash and rubble. Renovated, clean, more family-friendly, with expanded menu and a new name and logo... But this was a last huzzah for the old-guard East Village hang-out that we knew as Alt.Coffee. Nice way to go out. -PAR
Words (and pictures) by Patrick A. Reed – mostly snapshots of bygone eras.