Unbeknownst to me until tonight, there is a coffee place in my neighborhood that’s open into the evening: Affogato. For the nine and a half months I’ve lived in St. Johns, I could have been getting the hell out of my apartment in the evenings if restless to have a latte and read a book and had no idea.
Published to write.house by Bix Frankonis. Comments and replies by email are welcome.