Day six. Seven Seeds are back.
|Seven Seeds, one cup. I can't promise that I won't make that joke again any time soon.|
- They're doing take-away-only because there's nowhere to wash the cups. No plumbing. That's good enough for me, given the temporary nature of the place. They're only here for eleven days, installing a sink and/or a dishwasher is pretty much out of the question. They will still do porcelain for espressi if you ask for it.
- If you're buying a new Macbook Pro any time soon and you're curious about the benefits of SSD and whether Thunderbolt will really be a gamechanger, your best source of information is probably eavesdropping at Broadsheet Cafe. Cibi has its fair share of Mac conversations too.
- Broadsheet (the publication) does not seem to be, by definition, a broadsheet. It looks more like a tabloid to me. But let's face it: turning pages in a broadsheet is a pain in the arse if you have less than a squash court in which to do it. In a crowded cafe at a communal table elbow-to-elbow with other broadsheet-flipping strangers? Impossible. So if Broadsheet Cafe is indeed the true incarnation of Broadsheet, tabloid is a good choice of size. It's much easier to turn pages of Broadsheet than a broadsheet at Broadsheet.
- The Last Magazine is actually a broadsheet. But it's not, by definition, the last magazine: I saw another one not five seconds later. Maybe, if they speak the same dialect of irony as Broadsheet, they should just change their name to Tabloid and be done with it.
- The sandwiches at Broadsheet are pretty amazing. Difficult to eat without everything falling out, but that's more a design flaw of the open-ended baguette.
- And some stuff about inline CSS being a bad idea. But it comes in handy if you use Blogger.