Murky Coffee
Murky Coffee, in Arlington Va. is a most unusual place—an oasis in a desert of corporate coffee destinations. Every time I go to Murky, I’m amazed anew when the Barista hands me a splendid cup, the hand-decorated shape on light froth of the hot beveridge a symbol of craftsmanship and dedication to quality. I’m never surprised however, with the extraordinary characters encountered at Murky.
There are at all times students of many varieties, some even studying and working on the crafting of documents no doubt destined to release never before expressed thoughts and revelations. There is the inevitable fugitive, clad in a dark blue suit, tie thrown over his shoulder so it doesn’t fall into his triple latte. He’s nervously shifting from a book to his Blackberry, and back, incessantly. Sunken deeply into the velour sofas, one can see the intellectual at work, allowing the caprices of their mind to wander freely, ensnaring, with words, their companion.
The outside of the building is not modest, as Murky inhabits two floors, and sits dangerously close to the edge of Wilson Blvd. Murky is a spectacular place to sit and watch the traffic go by—the oft favored activity of new lovers.
