Archive for May, 2002

Ah, Cafe Zola, my beloved

Wednesday, May 29th, 2002

Ah, Cafe Zola, my beloved Cafe Zola. The one place in town where you could get good coffee in a ceramic cup and sit alone until midnight, rising occasionally to get free refills from the cute-but-disaffected counter person and stir in lumps of crystallized sugar.

Sure, you played far too much jazz and Broadway music, but you had the right spirit. You are where I met that friend of a friend who completely blew me off over e-mail later when I first moved here, and you were there when I needed to look vaguely aloof while reading papers.

Now you are a full-service restaurant, with waiters and waitresses. Maybe I’ll bring my grandma for brunch next time she’s in town.

The problem with Ann Arbor

Thursday, May 23rd, 2002

I’ve been reading other diaries

Monday, May 20th, 2002

All I wanted was some

Sunday, May 19th, 2002

Welcome to Ann Arbor Sucks,

Friday, May 17th, 2002