The Bean Cafe

When I go to cafes or otherwise, I always order something like a coffee or pastry to avoid being evicted before my drawing is finished.  Although, sometimes it really is a close call sitting at a table and the waitress walks by every few minutes with a decidedly irritated glint in her eye.

The Bean, 9th St. x 2nd Ave (or 3rd?)

At the rate I now visit coffee shops I'll become both addicted to caffeine (like most of the world) and increase in pants size.

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