The other night, my good friend Michelle and I had dinner at El Gato Negro. If you know me, you know I rarely get in a tizzy over food. Come to think of, I’m not sure I’d ever own up to be in a “tizzy” at all. But nevertheless, if I did, it wouldn’t be for El Gato Negro. Nothing wrong with it–the food and service were both good (chips were a little weird), just didn’t make the top five percent.
After we left, we went to get coffee at enVie on the corner of Barracks and Decatur. It was very nice. I had tea.
While we were there, I ask Blossom, the barista, if she would be a part of my ongoing project about coffee baristas around the city, and she did. Plus, she was really pretty.
Blossom: