Cafe Sopranos
1 rating since posting on Saturday, April 29, 2006
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I have walked by Cafe Sopranos every single Monday, Wednesday, and Friday morning on my way to the university for the past three months. Until recently, I had never bothered to step inside. It is unremarkable in appearance--glass doors, green sign with cursive-y white lettering, generic cafeteria-style cashier arrangement. It's only distinguishing feauture is a set of three enormous outdoor tables that look as though they were carved from a Giant Sequoia tree. Odd, but not captivating enough to warrant my cafe patronage. That is, until my mother spent a week visiting me in Dunedin and developed a disturbing obsession with muffins. "Cafe Sopranos! Maybe the owner is a soprano!" she cooed upon sighting the establishment. "Maybe they have muffins! Muffins, Ali, muffins I say!" We entered, and I was immediately taken aback at the surprising cozyness. It was pleasantly warm, but not stiflingly so. The music was mellow and conducive to muffin consumption, but not boring or muzak-y. The barista was...well, to put it bluntly, really, really sexy. And not cookie-cutter sexy, either. Fascinating, indie-chick, where-have-you-been-all-my-life sexy. And she made me the best long black coffee this side of St. Petersburg, served with a knowing smile (or was that just my freshly caffeinated imagination?) And the muffins? Well, there weren't any muffins when we arrived...but only because they were JUST BEING REMOVED FROM THE OVEN! That's what I'm talkin' about, bitch. The warm raspberry and white chocolate muffin with a tender dusting of powdered sugar and freshly whipped butter was multiply orgasmic. Even the teenage sister unit, who was in a rather uncharacteristically sullen mood that morning, admitted that it was, "the best muffin of the week." Week? More like, cosmological decade! * From this point on, I plan to push back my Friday morning departure time one-half hour in order to accommodate a Cafe Sopranos visit. A satisfying life is all about prioritizing, after all. * A cosmological decade ( CÐ ) is a division of the lifetime of the cosmos. The divisions are logarithmic in size, on base 10. When CÐ is measured in log( seconds/Ð ), the epoch CÐ -43.2683307 was 10**(-43.2683307) seconds, the Planck time since the big bang. CÐ 7.4991116 is 1 year = 365.2564 mean solar days. The epoch CÐ 17.6355 has lasted 10**(17.6355) seconds = 13.7 billion years since the big bang. There have been 60.9 cosmological decades between the Planck epoch, CÐ -43.2683307, and the current epoch, CÐ 17.6355. Full text of definition may be found at: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cosm...cal_decade - * A-Star * , posted 04/29/06 |
