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coffee is a diner, bar none. I don’t have time to argue that point,
just peruse the million love notes we’ve constructed to area diners
for arguments to this effect. The next best place are book stores;
yes, that’s a kowtow to Book Sellers Inc., the force responsible for
the most notable deforestation of Mom-Pop establishments of our time,
but it’s true, you sit and drink coffee and thumb through their
magazines, spit on their graves. So coffee houses, your Starbucks,
your Mishas, your Caffeines, all make up a distant third in my book…
not open late enough for any real enjoyment, but okay under the right
circumstances. But what if you need to pick up your coffee in the
morning? I don’t really proscribe to that lifestyle, I have my
dependences but caffeine (in the general sense) ain’t one of them. And
isn’t Caffeine really an ice cream parlor first? Yeah, I guess so. But
who eats ice cream anymore? Really, we’re all adults here, we’ve
crawled out from the olfanocracy of the tip of our tongues. Ice cream
parlors, what’s the point? I mean, these prices are so out of whack
from what you’re going to get down at the Shoppers from the fine folks
at Turkey Hill… but then again, it’s pretty clear to most people that
I’ve allowed my sweet tooth to atrophy in order to make room for more
salt and sour appreciation. Speaking of which, I’m almost through a
jar of pickles, and then you get to drink the brine, yum. A lot of
Matt’s Caffeine anecdotes seem to involve finishing a date here, so
maybe ice cream is a chick thing, I dunno.
Okay, now that my personal biases are out of the way, I’ll speak
highly of the place. We went here on a lazy soon to be snowy Saturday
afternoon, Matt and Mike and myself. Matt got a little sampler cup of
his Crazy Choco Cavalcade or whatever, and then defended my barbs
about his obvious succumbing to a bait and switch tactic. “It’s all I
need”, he sez, but I’d want more ice cream for $2.50. Yeah, that’s a
“food is terrible, and the portions are too small” fallacy, but its
funny cause its true. Mike got one of those cream Giant Novelty
coffees that looks vaguely like a Swiss Stew, I’m sure it was okay. I
stood perplexed at the menu, looking for a straight coffee. Instead of
the normal lambasting that an overcomplicated java pusher would
invoke, the counter jockey pulled Caffeine’s collective ass out of the
fire with her friendliness. “Oh, you want the Coffee Al Dia”, she
said, “I got confused all the time by that too, it’s Italian for Du
Jour”. Well, okay, now we’re in business, my 20 ounce cup of black was
a shade less that $2, which is about industry standard. Also, Caffeine
didn’t go through a 20 minute Rube Goldberg brewing system to produce
my basic request, they had the thermos dispensers right there.
Inside the place, Caffeine is a pleasant enough environment for
wasting a half hour. It’s a pretty open area, not a hint of
claustrophobia, but they make good use of space (note the hidden
three-stool bar in the corner). The walls have a cool spray pattern;
Matt sez he witnessed some of this construction, and that must have
been cool. Between a wall-long bench, a leather couch, and a half
dozen tables, I’ve never seen the place lacking for seating. Staff is
cute, probably young as all outdoors, and we’re just picking up on
that infectious vitality. Matt just yelled at me from downstairs,
“Caffeine, thumbs up or thumbs down?” Well, I have to say I enjoyed
myself there, to a point. I must admit that my problems with the place
are all tied up in the fact that I generally don’t frequent ice cream
parlors, and I don’t need morning coffee; in many respects, Caffeine
is extraneous to me. But I can see that what it does, it does well.. |
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OK, I'm going to start
off with a strongly positive plug: Simply put Caffeine has the best
ice cream in the DC Metro area (although Uptown Scoops in DC comes
close). Their "Death by Chocolate" is simply to-die-for although I
have never actually had a bad flavor there.
This time we visited, we had two treats. Two of Falls Church's finest
were in attendance as were two small dogs (a Jack Russell and some
other little dog). The dogs had sweaters and (one at least) was
running around the cafe being curious. The cops kept petting it so
Brian and I amused ourselves by imagining that these little dogs were
Falls Church's new K9 dogs - products of budget cuts perhaps. This of
course led into the eternal question, who would win in a fight - a
German Shepard or a German Shepard's weight in Chihuahuas? I maintain
the single Shepard would win as the micro-dog's jaws would be unable
to penetrate and do any real damage. Maybe some day science will be
able to answer this most ancient of questions.
I'd show you what we saw, but I forgot the damn camera.
Anyway, I think there is a law that alternative non-franchise coffee
joints have to have alternative looking staff. By that I mean youngins
resplendent in piercing (ear, nose, septum, otherwise), tattoos,
bright colored hair and such. I'm not sure when I transitioned from
thinking this was 'cool' to 'cute, and gee I remember when I used to
be like that' suffice to say I have and now I feel old. Anyway, the
natives here are friendly - start up a conversation and they might
just sit down and eat with you.
But enough about that, I'm supposed to be reviewing.
OK, what have I said? Ice cream = the best. Coffee = good+, can't say
I've ever actually eaten here but people who have that I talked to
said it was good.
And then there is the decor. Since I visit the CD Cellar downstairs
frequently, I saw them build the interior to Caffeine in stages. Right
now it has this really cool fiery dark neon textured thing going for
it. I think it is really cool - much better then its humble beginnings
as a vacuum cleaner store.
OK, enough rambling. Go to Caffeine and experience it for yourself.
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