Morgan D.
Yelp
Because of the name, I was a little afraid that Kafe Kerouac was going to be one of those places that tries too hard to be cool. I was, however, impressed with its vibe.
Kafe Kerouac is on the north end of campus, just across the street from Cazuela's. There are 4-5 parking spaces available on the side of the building. (Yay free parking!)
The inside is a bit of a hovel. There's a rack up front with used books and albums for sale. The albums are mainly obscure bands. The books are by authors like Ayn Rand, Aldous Huxley, and Nietzche. The prices aren't bad. I noticed most hovered around $1.00.The coffee shop is divided into two rooms. The second room has additional bookshelves with more used literature for sale.
The tables and chairs were probably bought from a secondhand shop. There are comfy armchairs and couches along with small tables that are mostly pushed together. Two of the armchairs sit on a small stage that I'm guessing is mainly used for poetry readings.
At the bar, you'll find coffee and the normal flavoring shots like Irish cream and raspberry. You'll also find a few beer selections, wine, and a scarce amount of mixed drink ingredients. Nice! To the side are accompanying bagels, muffins, and cookies. There are several drinks named for authors. I got the Mark Twain (chocolate and peanut butter). Greg got the James Joyce (Irish cream with cinnamon). Both were astoundingly good, and the neither were tongue-searingly hot. Plus, we got real coffee cups, not Styrofoam or paper throwaways. Medium, author-inspired drinks are $3.25
The place was packed when we were there. I'm guessing it's about time for OSU midterms. We ended up sharing a table with a kid we didn't know. We didn't mind, and he didn't seem to mind either. I noticed lots of students on laptops or huddled over books, a few playing games on their computers, some had headphones, some were speaking Japanese, one had taken his shoes off and was sleeping on the couch by the window. There was a group of TAs (?) behind us talking about some sort of election (non-presidential). I felt like a lot of the people around us were regulars.
I noticed a bunch of old board games on a shelf and a dusty Galaga arcade game in the opposite room. The walls were lined with politically charged, amateur art, some good, some almost good. The cement floor was covered with dirty old rugs and splattered blue paint. There were two computers on the far wall marked $1 per 15 minutes.
The music playing was classical, which I thought was a bit out of character, but I guess it is probably the most conducive choice for all the studying students, helps them absorb the facts.
Overall, Kafe Kerouac was laid back. I felt more like I was in someone's basement than out in public. The drinks were tasty, the chairs were comfy, and the surrounding crowd was good company.