“Come for coffee. Stay for community.”
So says the sign in fuego. But in the post-apocalyptic era that is both a pandemic and unpredictable election cycle, that sign is a solo tuft of grass emerging in the charred remains of a forest. It is the resilient leaf that refuses to fall off the oak tree until it absolutely needs to vacate its home to make room for the next generation.
The sign is the divine intervention that Jules and Vincent receive.
The sign is hope.
The adventure started asynchronously on the morning of Thursday, October 29. Bo awoke and performed his morning ritual while Dave slept in. It was not until 7:13 AM when the collective adventure began. During this time, Bo was able to capture the eerie sky and foreboding crows with his camera.
Once Dave arrived (casually late), they entered Fuego.
Though the weather was agreeable, Bo and Dave were eager to be inside, if nothing else to escape the scary murder of crows. The interior is nice. Beat up wooden floors, exposed ceiling, woody decor, and a post-industrial-pre-modern-quasi-utilitarian-brickless-coffee house feel. You know the one.
Because it is autumn, Bo ordered a pumpkin latte. Also because it is autumn, Dave ordered a large coffee, no cream or sugar.
Dave opted for the pumpkin bread with cream cheese frosting. Overall, a great experience. The bread was not too pumpkiny, and the frosting was not too cream cheesy.
Bo, in an advanced maneuver, ordered the almond brioche. It was the perfect amount of sticky, flakey, wholesome, and light. It is more strengthening than any food made by Men, and it is more pleasant than cram, by all accounts
Alas, this visit is likely to go in the books as the last (or perhaps penultimate) XONUTS for 2020. Unless the weather holds for one. More. Round.
Pro Tip: There’s a secret parking lot on the South Avenue extension, by Capron Street. It’s like under the bridge. In front of “Side Bar” kind of.
Don’t Miss: The pumpkin spice latte!
