My problem was not with Natty Lite, Amaretto Sours or Trash Can Punch. My problem was with coffee. Now, in order to tell you the rest of the story, I need to make a little confession. I, Julie Caroline Edwards, was in a sorority. Are we still friends? Whew. Okay, moving on. Adding to my addiction was that in attempt to get out of a house full of crazy loud sorority girls I would take myself to the local coffee shop, The Third Place, just about every night to work on whatever fashion project was late or to study for whichever test needed to be crammed for. Pretty soon I started to love that little coffee shop. The friendly staff, the regulars, the music, the coffee - they were all things I started to depend on. So at the ripe old age of 20 I found myself drinking coffee in the morning, coffee to stay awake through class then coffee, coffee and more coffee while at The Third Place.
5 years after retiring my spot at The Third Place, I've pretty much kicked the coffee habit, but every time I pass a local coffee shop the little bit of addict that's left in me takes over. Sometimes I'm not even in the mood for coffee but I find myself going in anyway. I had one of these "relapses" about a year ago at In House Cafe in Allston. Now I'm not really a cappuccino fan but by some divine intervention I ordered one that day and if you are to remember anything about this blog, remember this. In House Cafe serves the best cappuccino in Boston. Not just Allston, no they serve the best cappuccino in all of Boston. Sugar? yes. Cinnamon? Duh. But the best part about In House is that the owner has super trained all his employees so I've been able to enjoy that glorious cappuccino anytime I've stopped in. Gotta love consistency. Seriously though, if you find yourself in Allston stop by In House Cafe at 194 Harvard and get yourself a cappuccino... and get me one too.
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