Well no, in Charleston it's a rather fine local coffeehouse. A cute
little duo was playing mandolin and brushes and singing a little Bob
Dylan as I sipped and discovered again the joy that is stopping the
world and taking refuge in my two espressos. And rather distinctive
they were, a bit thick and creamy, nice slightly bitter aftertaste and
overall good experience for my palette that stayed with me afterwards
as we strolled down Market St. Two good coffeeshops in a day. Not bad
Charleston... 3/5 shots.
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