Taste

Behind the cut are pictures of Taste, the coffee shop where, last year, I visited probably every single day, sometimes for hours on end, and where, this year, I work as a barista. This is one of the best jobs there could be; partly because evening shifts (6pm-10pm) are often extremely quiet, with no-one there but someone quietly working on a Mac in the corner and a friend leaning against the counter chatting with me; but in large part also because I get to pick the music. I love my music immensely, and so the ability to share it with people gives me great joy. And people do listen: I often get enquiries and compliments. I even met (well, I slightly knew her before) a girl who, when she heard me playing an album of Chick Corea and Hiromi, asked whether it was Chick she was hearing. And I thought - only shop speakers, and him playing with another pianist, and over ambient sounds, and she can still discern Chick's playing! - what a wonderful person! (For all the astounding wondrousness of the people in St. Andrews, finding people competent in classical music or jazz (or Tolstoy, with which she later indicated familiarity) has so far proved impossible. I don't think I know more than three other people - and I mean know pretty minimally here - who would even recognise his name. So I really rather want to get to know her better.)

These were all taken a fair few months ago; over the summer, I guess. Again, apologies for the quality; but the only camera I own is on my phone.




These two are of the counter, behind which I work.


Taste is north-facing; so this photo is looking East. The A-board leaning against the counter is normally outside on the pavement. I do not know why it was inside then.



So this is probably my favourite place in the world, along with the philosophy library. My life here is good.