On Coffeeshops, and starting Good Habits

So, after an extended settling-in period, I’m finally starting the good habit of frequenting my neighborhood’s sole Minneapolis-worthy coffeeshop, Big Bear Cafe. I haven’t had a neighborhood coffeeshop to call my own in years, as the indie coffeeshops I lived near in Philly and Chicago suffered from any one of the many fatal flaws coffeeshops fall prey to (too claustrophobic, too much pressure to buy a $12 lunch, cigarette smoke, kitchen grease fumes, bad coffee, etc.). Big Bear does it right. It is spacious, filled with diverse neighborhood folk, has nice windows open to the outdoors, and (of course) good coffee. On Sunday morning the street outside was filled with a lovely farmers market and the only problem was a premature shortage of breakfast substantials.