Sometimes, after wandering block after block, you realize the best things are right there in front of you all along. This is true for coffee in Marigny.
A couple blocks from the house is an ageless building newly transformed by fresh, snow-white walls, bright green trim, rough cement floors, silver accessories, woody art I couldn’t explain and an ultra-modern-mixed-with-classic-cozy ambience that’s both understated and breath-taking. Beautiful people serve up delicious coffee (milk could be a little silkier, but I won’t complain—it’s the best thing yet) and delicious mochi (yes! mochi!) with such a curiously sweet attitude, you would damn them for being both model-gorgeous and perfectly-nice if it wasn’t so awesome to see the ideal personified before your eyes.
People of all sorts, shapes, sizes stop in for a minutes or a handful of hours. The music is an eclectic mix of hip-hop, jazz, and India Arie. Humming, I work the afternoon away, with a smile that greets friends and strangers, alike.
In the midst of it all is the most brilliant, bright orange, leather retro-style couch for which the place is named: The Orange Couch, on the corner of Royal and Marigny Streets, with live jazz Mondays and Wednesdays. Photos compliments of one fabulous Ms. Jamie Park.
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