What’s that idea? About the ‘third space’ that Starbucks capitalized on during their huge expansion (though much slowed now) over the past ten years or so? The idea that every person typically needs three such places with two of them already, in most cases, determined. Space 1: Home. Space 2: Workplace. Space 3? Variable… and a realm where Starbucks as a coffee/reading/gathering place did so well.
I’m all about that as well. I guess I’m about the coffee place infidelities, though, since I think it’s all the better to visit and 3rd-space-occupy in as many different places as possible. The food and coffee has variety, other people gather, and it’s like visiting another micro-environment in your own city.
This final weekday morning of a home-project filled February school break week? Flour in the South End. A heck of an egg-sandwich without being tastily-greasy (it’s hard to match the incomparable Egg McMuffin, I admit) and a tall cup of coffee. Snagging a corner seat with the full view of other patrons and Washington street traffic, vehicular and bicycle. Overheard conversation of a poor young man who was getting verbally reamed out by his colleagues. Organizers in a union of some sort. Him wanting to leave for Philadelphia, feeling like Boston wasn’t his home, and having given them six months notice. Them telling him why he was so irresponsible and disrespectful and undeveloped with the subtext of wanting him to stay for two more years. An odd public lecturing and chastising. My unspoken advice to the guy? Run, man, run!!
A good morning.
Flour Bakery in the South End
What’s that idea? About the ‘third space’ that Starbucks capitalized on during their huge expansion (though much slowed now) over the past ten years or so? The idea that every person typically needs three such places with two of them already, in most cases, determined. Space 1: Home. Space 2: Workplace. Space 3? Variable… and a realm where Starbucks as a coffee/reading/gathering place did so well.
I’m all about that as well. I guess I’m about the coffee place infidelities, though, since I think it’s all the better to visit and 3rd-space-occupy in as many different places as possible. The food and coffee has variety, other people gather, and it’s like visiting another micro-environment in your own city.
This final weekday morning of a home-project filled February school break week? Flour in the South End. A heck of an egg-sandwich without being tastily-greasy (it’s hard to match the incomparable Egg McMuffin, I admit) and a tall cup of coffee. Snagging a corner seat with the full view of other patrons and Washington street traffic, vehicular and bicycle. Overheard conversation of a poor young man who was getting verbally reamed out by his colleagues. Organizers in a union of some sort. Him wanting to leave for Philadelphia, feeling like Boston wasn’t his home, and having given them six months notice. Them telling him why he was so irresponsible and disrespectful and undeveloped with the subtext of wanting him to stay for two more years. An odd public lecturing and chastising. My unspoken advice to the guy? Run, man, run!!
A good morning.