About The Old Coffee Shop- A Rambling

In 1996, there used to be the best little coffee shop by my house, I can’t even remember it’s name now,  but I would drive over there, and they made the best vegetarian sandwich. It was lettuce, and avocado, and sprouts, and I don't know what else. And it was so good, and if I could afford it, I would get the sandwich. And if not, I would just get a coffee, and I would go upstairs in that old wooden building, and I would write poetry upstairs while I drank my coffee. I can't remember what I would get, but it was strong. I think it was espresso. They just had regular coffee and espresso. And I would sip my espresso or my coffee and just write poetry upstairs in that old cafe. It used to be one of my favorite spots in the whole world, and i just stopped going. I don't know what happened to that cafe, and wonder if it’s somehow still there or if it closed down decades ago. I’ve driven by it several times since and thought about dropping in, but I like the way the memories of that shop are preserved in my mind and I want to remember it just the way it was.