I was lamenting before that there aren’t any coffee places where I live, but this isn’t quite true: I can go to Kefa Cafe in Silver Spring, which is a 20-minute drive. They approached me when I came in and walked me over to the front window, where I was presented with my hat. It had been sitting there like it was part of the furniture ever since I’d inadvertently left it behind several weeks ago. The baristas refused to grant permission to the several customers who had wanted to steal it, and for that I am grateful. I was pleased to be reunited with my hat, so I bought a lot of their coffee and muffins as I read my book and absorbed the background conversation, which I think had something to do with an Irish music festival and whether Scottish music should be allowed.
(Photo: My hat.)
365 Days of Food 