Give me what I need, not what I’m asking for.
October 19, 2009
In the midst of slot machines, fliers for strippers, and blue head dudes, the Las Vegas strip has no place for coffee culture. It’s like New York. There’s already enough culture and pseudo-culture overflowing the Las Vegas strip, and cramming a functional, welcoming cafe into the Vegas strip just feels artificial. If you crave a quaint, independent coffee stop you’ll have to do some real searching.
Don't remember what it was, but it was good.
That’s not to say there aren’t places to get coffee that give you other reasons to be there. I enjoyed Le Notre, a fascinating little pastry stop near Paris. This hip little mango-custard-fruit-thing went well with the abomination of steamed milk and espresso that got served to me under the guise of a “cappuccino.” The dessert selection, however, was out of this world even for a soulless anti-sugar freak like me. In spite of the blue serving trays reminding me of my fruitless cafe crusade in Brooklyn earlier this year and the confusing silver Christmas tree, all-in-all the experience was aiight.
To be honest, I didn’t come to Vegas for the coffee anyways.
“Giggedy Giggedy.“
-Glen Q.
