Blendz

By the door you’ll see a blackboard reading the ‘blend of the day’, which inspires a curiosity much akin to that experienced when one offered the mystery box. Unless, of course, you’re a coffee genius and you know exactly what the ‘Juliano Blend’ is. For me, however, it was a gamble, and one, being dangerous adventurous, I was willing to take.
I marched up to the counter, ignoring the awe-​struck looks of the patrons I passed (who thought me very brave) and ordered the Juliano Blend.
Unlike the contents of your typical mystery box, the Juliano was brought to my table completely on its own, unaccompanied by regret. It tasted as one imagines a Juliano might: tall, dark and sexy.
Due to another customer’s wide girth, I couldn’t sit in view of the road outside, as I would’ve liked, but instead sat facing a wall decorated with coffee beans. Suddenly ’twas not only my tongue and nostril alive with the taste and smell of coffee, but my eyes as well.
Blendz is busy enough on a Friday morning to provide an indecipherable ho-​hum of chatter, but not so busy as to be without vacant seats, which, for a gentleman who wants to read his novel, is just the right amount.