I get to work remotely about four days a week, which is fabulous.
One of my favorite cafes to work from is the Freight House Dunn Brothers. This is the view from my table:
I get to work remotely about four days a week, which is fabulous.
One of my favorite cafes to work from is the Freight House Dunn Brothers. This is the view from my table:
I read for my federal tax law procedure class at the Freighthouse Dunn Brothers, which is one of the cutest cafes in Minneapolis (pictures here).
My favorite Dunn Brothers cafe in Minneapolis is the Freighthouse. It is built in an old freighthouse and has a great upstairs loft.
It is also close enough to school that I can pop over during lunch, but far enough that I don’t have to worry about running into other law students.
I study at the Freighthouse often, and the hot baristas have nothing to do with this. Really.
Jamie and I had the opportunity to observe a very public, very awful first-date at the Freighthouse.
Here are the best quotes:
400-pound-man: “I got home and the Antique Roadshow was on, so of course I watched it until 6am!”
400-pound-man: “And I woke up the next day and was like: “WHO WAS THAT LITTLE GREEN GUY DRIVING THE CAR AND WHO CRAPPED ON MY LAWN!?”
Jamie grabs my laptop, opens MS Word and writes:
Jamie: This guy doesn’t shut up. I feel sorry for this girl. So far it has been determined- by me- that he is a drunk and trying too hard. I think she has completed three full sentences and one was about her coming home from work on Friday and having a bottle of wine.
Jamie (quoting the guy): “It’s not like I am a drunk, I am a social person that likes to have fun.” Definitely a first date- and if either of them had any standards it would be the last. He is so not self-monitoring.
Me (typing): And you thought the mall-cop was bad…
Me (typing): But seriously, they aren’t THAT entertaining to make up for what you’re losing in productivity…
Jamie (typing): Though the legal lady and these two are definitely making it all worthwhile!
My housemate and I are trying to study Torts at the Freighthouse.
But we can’t. There’s a piano in the second floor seating area, which I thought was for decoration…
…but about 15 minutes ago this couple began playing, very poorly.
(out of tune piano rattling)
My housemate: “OH MY GOD! These people are SO annoying!”
Voice from downstairs: “NO MORE PIANO!”
(snickers from downstairs)
(piano stops. The players stare at each other.)
Housemate: Thank god!
Me: (laughing and clapping)
(piano starts again)
Housemate: (moans) “I’m offended. I’ve been offended for the last ten minutes.”
Me: (laughing)
One of the baristas comes up from downstairs.
Barista (to the piano players): “I’m sorry. While this is, uh, really good music and all…I think you might have forgotten that there are other people in this café who …um… may not to care to hear your music. So please stop. Thanks.”
PWNED! Haha!
Now back to Torts…
*****
Later, while getting a refill:
Me: “Hey, were you the one who told them to stop?”
Barista: “Yes…”
Me: “Thank you! You’re my hero.”
Barista: “You’re the fourth person who has come down and told me that. You guys make me feel like less like an evil person.”
Housemate: “Yeah, some people just need a little nudge to realize that the world doesn’t love them and everything they do.”