Cafe Presse, drawn from life. Note the row of big light fixtures, the X of steel beams that bolster the old building against earthquakes, the collection of framed soccer jerseys on the wall, and the girl and me sitting at that table in the right-hand corner.
The thing that really impresses me about that place is that even though it is right on the edge of the Seattle University campus and staffed almost entirely by early-twenty-something hipsters, they are unfailingly tolerant and thoughtful of wee ones. I would absolutely move in if only I could.
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