Why go back to my apartment?
When we were on our camping trip, Rachael and I joked that no matter how awesome things were, we weren't in heaven because things weren't quite perfect. There was always at least one little thing missing.
Since Restobar -- the cafe/bar/restaurant across the street from my house -- opened, I'd joked with Joel and Rochelle about how it was pretty much perfect. Rochelle and I come here to study pretty much every day. The place is incredibly comfortable. They have an outlet for my laptop. The food is cheap (or, at least the coffee is, and it helps when the owners and wait-staff know you and bring you free stuff). The music is always good. When it's cold, there's a fireplace that has a fire in it. When it's sunny, we sit on the beautiful patio. The waitresses like helping us with our Hebrew homework.
The only thing missing was wireless internet.
"They better not get wireless here, because then I'd never leave," I once said to Joel. "I'd just be wasting money on rent."
So, um... Restobar just got (free) wireless internet.
To paraphrase Ray Liotta...
"Is this heaven?"
No. It's Restobar.
