It’s so strange when I get emails from my fellow interns saying: “Let’s go out for drinks tonight!”
I must hang out with the virgin baby crowd or something, because I’ve never heard that phrase directed to me before. Most of the time, what we say is something along the lines of: “Let’s go get ice-cream!” Well, for me it’s more “Let’s go get McDonald’s ice-cream cone!” while for some of my girlfriends, it’s more “Let’s go get frozen yogurt!”
But for whatever reason, I’m just not a wine/cocktail/beer kind of girl.
I tried. I even bought a bottle of Vodka (Fine, a cheap one from Trader Joes) to get myself excited to make cocktails.
I love the idea of it. I want to stare out the window in melancholy with a glass of Jack like Alec Baldwin does on 30 Rock (he’s my favorite character, by the way). I want to giggle over Cosmopolitans with my girlfriends at a nightclub like Sarah Jessica Parker on Sex and the City (Hate the show, love the fashion).
But I want to do that in the comfort of my room. Maybe behind my Macbook screen. You know what? Someone should invent a virtual bar online, where you get to act cool with a glass of shimmering liquid and flirt with other “interesting” people who detest nightlife and alcohol as much as you do. Or is that called online dating?
Anyway…do you know what “your spot” is? The spot where you like to meet friends?
Last weekend, Mimi and I was trying to get together with a mutual college friend, who used to be my editor at the Daily Trojan. We decided to get together and have caffeine and sugar, the two best combination ever. Way better than alcohol, in my opinion.
We were planning to meet at Urth Caffe, this really popular coffee and tea shop in Los Angeles. They’ve got several branches, and we chose the downtown location since it’s closest to us. Unfortunately, my friend had to take a rain check at the last minute and it was just Mimi and I.
Downtown’s Urth Caffe is located in the most seedy area ever:
The street was creepy, like a back alley. It also reeked of human filth. And in the midst of this grey drabby spot, there is this funky tower…
Do you see the clock tower on the left? It’s got splotches of bright blue and says “Urth.”
Now you see it. I kind of felt like I was Alice in Wonderland. Curiouser and curiouser…
Once you reach the front steps, you realize that the place isn’t that empty after all. It was late Sunday afternoon, and the cafe was packed.
I really don’t like crowds, so I almost just wanted to drive back home. It just didn’t seem like “my spot” to me. But Mimi really wanted to try the place so in we went.
The inside was dark, noisy and cramped. Strike two. I could barely hear my server and made him repeat 5 times.
But I have to admit, the drinks were good. I got a green tea espresso:
It’s really not an espresso, of course. No coffee beans were involved, just really pure-grade matcha powder brewed into a bitter, grassy half-foamy drink.
It took a while for me to grow into it. At first sip, I made a dreadful face that tickled Mimi. But by third sip, I really started appreciating the aroma and the refreshing kick of the fine-ground tea.
I also really loved the multi-colored sheen of the cup. Absolutely lovely.
We also shared an apple tartine:
Hm. Not a fan. I was a bit flabbergasted that this slice cost $6.
Plus it was a bit too sweet. I felt like I was eating a chunk of melted sugar with butter.
But at least I discovered it was all-natural, as I had to spit out pieces of inedible apple core from time to time.
So I guess Urth Caffe isn’t my spot. Maybe I’m picky. I want someplace quiet. I want someplace with wi-fi. I want someplace that isn’t in a seedy place. I want someplace that won’t break my bank, but not someplace that has $1 coffee with free refills, either.
And the search continues…
Question of the Day: Where and what is the prime spot you love to meet up with friends?