When I was young, for a moment that stretched I was an entrepreneur.
I lived in an apartment building and I kept cokes and candies, and I would sell them for some profit. Not really sure, if I made a profit. I did not keep ledgers, nor excels to tell me I was in the red or black. It did not matter, eventually an adult took my concept and developed it into a more aesthetic and bountiful situation. Regardless, I put my name in the hat that sorts hustlers from non-hustlers and my name was not blessed with the sorting's hat benediction. So I took another path in life, as I was not destined to be a business maker or profit tycoon. However, the owner of The Daily Hug Cafe likely is, so this a toast to Nate and his efforts to build a business one latte and brick at a time.
As I wrote this, I went back to check the name of the place- as I do not have a fact-checker- and realized that a better name for this place might be the Daily Hug Cafe. Without the THE in the title the name sounds cleaner.
I am a coffee drinker. I became one. It is a problem, if in the morning I do not coffee. I won't lick the pot of yesterday, but I will find a way to find coffee, much like a cookie will find milk so its mood and purpose are stabilized. And on morning's when the basic just won't do, I visit chain coffee places to quench my morning urge. But then I tried this place because it is walking distance from my job. And the coffee was a quiet revelation, made by Nate--- who seems to be the owner, sole barista, and curator of the spot. He is a multi-dimensional employee that I hope to know till he reaches greatness because I will get to say I knew him when he had a coffee cart that I saw slowly evolve into an open air coffee station.
I cross a street (look both ways) and then I am there. Recently, I perused the different books he has for others to buy, like Turtle All the Way Down. I made a note to possibly buy one of the books he sells, not because I knew it from lore or because it was pen by a author who knows fame but because I took the time to read its synopsis as Nate made me my latte. He has books to peruse, pins to admire, and plushies to hold. My favorite one is the one shaped like a croissant with legs. He has brought items to give his coffee station an air of sophistication that wafts like brewed coffee on a stove top for tired dancers.
The coffee itself is a quiet comfort, I guess like a daily hug.
This place serves as a reminder that to have a business you only need an idea and determination and desire to build with what you have. It reminds me of a saying, every expert was once a rookie. This inspired me to make my own saying, every empire once began by a person with a dream.
He also has a neon sing, in pink. I love that cause of love loud pink! read more