When I was a teenager, I spent many pseudo angst-ridden evenings slumped in a corner table at a coffee shop on the OSU campus. It was called Insomnia, and its four walls housed a ridicule-free-zone that made its dwellers feel cool, loved, and special. I miss it dearly. Yesterday afternoon in an effort to find a similar coffee haven, we visited Kafé Kerouac. It’s located just north of campus, and like Insomnia, offers a comfy hideaway inducive to studying, reading, thinking, working, and/or world saving. In addition to the usual coffeehouse fare, the Kafé sells beer, wine, whiskey, new and used vinyl, and new and used books. It’s a cross between hanging out in your favorite uncle’s living room and the basement from The Virgin Suicides.
It's also the home of Writer's Block Poetry, open mic on Wednesday nights.
Posted by: Ed P. | April 26, 2010 at 10:49 AM