Bartenders with mullets, writers with Ira-Glasses, and the freshly-scrubbed Sitka and Spruce crowd all look gorgeous under Café Presse's perfectly-sized skylight.
Everything to everyone, Presse's magazine rack stacks Artforum next to Newsweek next to Adbusters next to Cooking Light. At night, the Brazillian Girls pulse through the dimly lit dining room as writers sip wine, down cubes of cheese and liveblog on their laptops. The subtext being, don't we all look ridiculously cool sitting here?
Saturday, November 8, 2008
I'm Writing About Cafe Presse
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