sola

a few things. all the store fronts in Scottsdale seem desperate. another, i am magnetically drawn to good coffee. Sola is staffed with a crew of part owners, who remind me of my friends. Jared poured me a crazy dark brew and we chatted for a few minutes while the hot water funneled straight through the grinds, through the filter and into the ceramic mug. no machines needed. all the eccentricity you can imagine. i'm proud of a place like that - a week into it's own existence, in the midst of jewelry shops and clothing stores for a previous generation, baring it's own signature in permanent marker on the front glass door while the rhodes is being played for allure. maybe i'll be you some day jared. maybe.