Funny enough, when we moved to Stavanger, one of the things I was most excited about was jumping back into café culture. The thought of creamy, foamy lattes made me salivate and I was so excited at the prospect that I'd have years to start uncovering all of the little cafés in this city. And uncover I have - over the last year and a half, a certain friend and I meet almost weekly to catch up on life. Sometimes we visit old favourites and sometimes we visit other places we've walked by and wondered about.
|Steam Kaffebar - Stavanger|
And then something happened... On one of our weekend trips, I passed by a Starbucks, smelled that familiar smell, and wondered to myself, 'When is the last time I went in?' We had been on a million different trips and passed by a million different Starbucks but I wasn't feeling that pull anymore. I certainly hadn't given up coffee but unbeknownst to me, I had given up Starbucks.
These days, I find myself looking for that independent café on a quiet street. The ones that are small and quaint and serve good coffee. I love the idea of coming in from the cold, getting comfortable, sipping my kaffe latte, people watching and catching up with a good friend that doesn't include take out cups and definitely not drive-through. Perhaps it's just accommodating to my particular circumstances or maybe it's a sign that after 3.5 years abroad, I need a little less of the familiar and am more comfortable seeking out the other.
|Blue Bird Kaffebar, Stavanger|
(Don't get me wrong, I'm not a Starbucks hater and when I'm in North America, you'll often catch me with that white and green cup gracing my hands, albeit, less frequently than before. I still prefer to seek out the independent coffeehouses when home but they're fewer and farther between.)