Never mind the yerba maté, the bigass weekend waffles, and Italian sodas. Never mind the comfy couch, the wi-fi, and low lights. That's all inside, within the embrace of one of Austin's most beloved and intimate coffeehouses. Outside is the cafe's life-mate, the compatible counterpart: Under a canopy of crape myrtles, various flora, and thatch, the dawn disappears into day and day disappears into dusk as poets chisel into notebooks, lovers process, and the mantis resides, humble in prayer. This Eastside adobe is our temple of the temporal, an earthly overstuffed chair, a respite from all that distracts. It's impossible to not breathe easy here.
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