Inversion

Okay, I've found a new favorite coffee shop. Inversion Coffee House. Since the terrible departure of the Westheimer Deidrich, there has been a noticeably gaping hole in my collection study/pleasure reading/people watching venues. Starbucks, as any pre-hipster knows, is passé and better left to the corporate masses. Trapioca and Tea House are only suited for marathon study sessions given its middle of nowhere location. Ecclesia (aka Taft Street) still leaves a needlessly Christian aftertaste despite its hip/bookish vibe. Lets not even discuss painfully early closing hours. This place settles nicely in the black-rimmed glasses, grad school, my-other-car-is-a-Prius demographic. After all, it is the Art League of Houston's ground zero. Furthermore, this aptly puts to rest the rumor that Dan Havel and Dean Rucks's installation sculpture Inversion (pictured above) would become yet more three level, soulless, stucco townhomes.

The irony of this all is that I actually detest coffee. I prefer to find comfort in a warm, straight from the third world, cup of tea. That being said, I'll take any place that pipes in the most random mix of delightlfully tacky 1990s Montel Jordon, brow raising Beach Boys, pulsating Come and Ride the Train by Quad City DJs, and other anachronistic pop anthems in the same breath as Nelly Furtado's Promiscuous. I mean come on. This is what this city is about, right?