It’s like a bad dream, that I can’t wake up from. I can’t wake up, because I have no coffee. And I can’t get up, because now I have no god damn reason to.
Everyone knows that Troy, NY has a lot of coffee shops….sure. It’s not difficult to get a cup of java in this collary city. But. It IS difficult to find the kind of espresso that will knock your socks off, put hair on your chest, make you shake like you are half on crack and half coming for the first time in your life. The flavour cafe was (IS!) my crack of choice. Everyone has something- don’t judge. Their shots of espresso were (ARE, god damn it, I won’t let go) larger than anyone else’s around, and they were never stingy with them.
Oh yeah, they have a billion flavours, too. Once I bought a vegan, flourless, organic, 3 dollar peanut butter cookie there (by accident) and it was REALLY good. I even tricked my Dad into thinking it was an ordinary trans fat/lard laden treat…..anddddd he loved it! He couldnt believe that it was the good-for-you (less-bad-for-you) model of an old classic.
And. Flavour cafe had (HAS) books and games and maps and all sorts of cook kitchy stuff. It was (IS) the best.
The fire was ruled suspicious by the Troy fire department…there were two other similar fires that same night. Arson is a crime that I just cant wrap my head around. And in Troy? Fire really is nothing to play with. We were already almost taken down by the great flame…..several times. Too soon. Too. Soon. I can at least understand the motive for robbing a bank, killing your spouse (crime of passion), or drowning your kids (noisy/sticky/no job). But burning down the Flavour cafe? I don’t get it. What. You wanted NO ONE to be happy? You wanted NO ONE to have that peanut butter cookie if you couldn’t? Heartless bastard. Or- maybe you had beef with Charlie Staats. Who knows. All I know is you are an asshole, and I don’t want to live if living is without the Flavour Cafe in Troy, NY.