8/14/17, 10:30 a.m.: brian wants to go out for coffee. apparently he found a great place nearby. i go with him.
we get off the metro, and walk down the street looking for it. fifteen minutes of walking later, he says that he thinks we passed it, and we turn back.
“do you know what it’s called?” i ask.
“yeah but it was something in french so i can’t pronounce it.”
“can you at least try?”
“i honestly forgot.” but i presume he’d know when he saw it.
we walk all the way back to the start, with no luck, and stop in a starbucks to steal their wifi. i look up nearby coffee places.
“is it ‘librairie olivieri?’ ”
“ah, that doesn’t sound right. here, let me see.” i hand him the phone.
after a minute of looking at the map, he responds, “ok, i found it. yeah we passed it a couple times.” he turns around and points down the street, to a coffee shop named “MELK.”