A two hundred mile ahead of me so getting a bold cup of coffee (and an almond mele) seemed a great start to the trip. The whole block was dark except for the welcoming neon and glass doors and window of La Prima Espresso and the neighboring bakery (Colangelo’s). A standing coffee bar with the best coffee in Pittsburgh. A thought of the day on a chalkboard, written in Italian. Italian TV playing above the barista making espresso, cappuccino, lattes. Fresh squeezed orange juice until 2 PM. You can see the newspaper outside on the sidewalk by the front doors.
One of the most recognizable scents
I remember when I didn’t even drink coffee.
A hot cup in my hand before dawn–
all is right with the world.
Especially if it from La Prima Espresso!
love this shot… feel like i’m there with you. And know that quiet, solitary, sometimes lonely but optimist feeling that early mornings are good for.
A welcome light in the dark. Gotta have that cup of Joe!
I love fresh oj
spooky – but welcoming
I’m really laughing as I write this — a play on the billboard and TV ads!!! —
“I’m a coffee addict. My name is Erica and I’m a Morman.” 🙂
Looks like a scene from a very sophisticated movie.