There’s this little gem of a bistro/cafe I found last summer and it was perfect because no one really knew about it and they renovated a downtown shop leaving the brick exposed and putting cafe tables with umbrellas outside and every Saturday after the Farmer’s Market I would go there to get a cuppa. That turned into an egg dish and a cuppa. Then some French Toast and a cuppa. Then a cookie to go. Until last weekend when I realized every yuppie and their mother-in-law’s nanny knew about this place and I had to order just one thing because they were out of the egg dishes and the white hot cocoa caught my eye and comforted me, telling me it would all be ok and that this would be my place once again. I am so going to kick some yuppie ass next weekend if they’re still there, no matter how zen this cocoa makes me feel.