I found this badical coffee shop in Wallingford directly across the street from my old place. It’s called Mosaic community coffeehouse. It occupies the basement of a church so it’s correspondingly massive inside. They got plenty of seating, games, rugs, National Geographics, a piano and even the same series of World Book encyclopedias I had as a tyke. When I discovered that they price their drinks on what they call a “sliding scale” (i.e. pay “what you feel is right”) I was dumbfounded. I’ve heard of this mythical sliding scale in movies and such, but never believed it could actually exist.
Now… If only I can escape to my car before Leon spots me from across the street.
