A time when coffeehouses were where you went to think.
There was a time before the Smiths and Bauhaus were replaced by bland electropop picked by a Spotify algorithm. The Highland Coffee House smelled like chocolate and cinnamon and clove cigarettes and roasted nuts. The windows were tall and arched, offering blurred views of Highland Avenue with its battered row houses and a dive …
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