Word: abp
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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WHAT DO YOU DO when you run out of cafe's in Harvard Square? Before you get take-out (again!) from ABP, we recommend that you set off down Mass. Ave, into the great unknown. When you finally reach Central Square, across the street from The Middle East, is Liberty coffeehouse...
Students craving refuge from the world of papers and assignments may find Cybersmith an unsatisfying study break site. If you just want to relax, the sound of clicking keyboards may drive you back to Algiers; if economy is what you're after, stick to ABP. But for Harvardians curious about the net and frightened by the stark and subterranean Science Center, Cybersmith aims to please. It's driven by the profit motive, after all, and you certainly won't get kicked motive, after all, and you certainly won't get kicked out for ingesting caffeine while you netsurf away...
...anti-coffee complainer. The most prominent Square dealer of coffee is Au Bon Pain. This bustling souk is an appropriate center for the vortex of madness that is Harvard Square. Placing an order here is like snatching food at a U.N. relief center; rather than a line, ABP's organizing principle is a mob, attended to by several semi-competent cashiers. If you've ever wondered where all the patients went after "de-institutionalization," look no further than ABP: the seating area looks like the set of "One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest." Along with the bins of milk...
...fight for a seat at ABP is like the Grenada invasion, the battle for a table at the Coffee Connection is like D-Day. Customers wait in line for 20 minutes only to be sneered at by the trendier-than-thou "waitrons." More finicky than wine stewards, they'll wrinkle their pierced noses at you if you make an ordering faux-pas. How come they are so cocky? If I could look forward to nothing better than a lifetime of changing soggy filters, I would be the picture of despair...
...Pain; never underestimate the legitimacy that a simple French moniker can lend to the most shamelessly overpriced fast-food freak show. The greatest irony of all is that the Cambridge City Council smugly thinks it's done its part to help out the homeless by preventing ABP from ejecting its regular horde of homeless patrons. It seems to me a safe, clean place to live might be more important than the right to freeze to death after munching an overpriced baguette...