Paris On The Platte

Sitting here at home I think back to the first time I stopped in to Paris. That evening was perhaps one of the most enjoyable I have had in my lifetime.

This is the sort of place you visit once, with a loved one.

I couldn’t recall the smell of garbage, the snobbish folks with their expensive laptops, their smug faces, the stupid grins. Looking you in the eyes is beneath the clientele. The prices determine who is worthy of the honor of being a customer. I probably had the same look on my face by the time I left today, I don’t want to go somewhere that makes me feel that way.

I have a coffee maker, truth be told, makes world class coffee… ten cents a cup, and it never runs dry… or so I believe

I have the freedom to smoke in my own home, or outside, for now.

I can create my own sub-par snacks, or leave cigars out to stale, all on my own.

I have better places to be, and being utterly alone is far better than being with anybody I have, or ever will visit Paris with.

I am as disenchanted with Paris as I am with that long lost love.

_{Now look who is so high and mighty.}

Tonight I sit in peaceful me.

Table cluttered with implements of art & chi tea.

Timeless artifacts gather scribble like cobwebs.

Coffee house hum with perfect window seat.

This is Paris, as out of place as me.

Nice place to go have a drink and enjoy company, but only if you’re willing to stick around for awhile. I ordered my drink at 10:00, finished it by 10:15, asked for the check at 11:00 (after not seeing the waiter for over 30 minutes), didn’t receive it until midnight, and wasn’t able to get out of there until 12:30.

Just a week ago for the first time in 5 years. It seemed like the crowd had definately changed and the prices went up. Would I go again? Probably not. But their Chai Tea is pretty hard to beat anywhere else. I miss the old bookstore that was next door too.

Ehh, Paris on the Platte is a good place, but it used to be better. I think it’s under new management, so they’re a LOT more stuck up and into following rules more than they used to be. If you like to sit around a bunch of the ‘next great american novel’ writers on their laptops, giving you glares and smoking their pipes, go there. Cool art on the walls though. Eh, that’s all.