It was meant to be temporary. I was not meant to get attached. Three years in the deep(er) south for school, and then my Yankee patootie could scramble back up north. I really just needed a rental apartment and a good coffee shop to make that work.
As soon as I walked up to Caffe Driade, I could tell that it was a very special place. Down a short gravel path off a busy main street in Chapel Hill, this cafe is like walking into a different world. It's a calm, green oasis - an immediate respite for computer-weary eyes.
Typically I prefer my coffee nearby and convenient - I want to be able to get it STAT when the craving strike. But certain places are simply worth driving out of your way for, and Honeysuckle Tea House unquestionably falls into that category.
The main room reminds me a bit of a daycare for hipsters and students – everyone slouching into a cushy chair or worn-in couch, nibbling at their snacks, preoccupied by the laptops perched in front of them, practicing their social skills by tentatively asking their neighbors if they could borrow a much-coveted power-outlet.