Carl F.
Yelp
You remind me of the babe.
What babe?
The babe with the power.
What power?
The power of voodoo.
Who do?
You do.
Do what?
Remind me of the babe.
This is gonna sound weird, but I swear.to.god I can remember both the smell and taste of breast milk from when I was a babe (with the power). And I can also say that their 'Get Well, Gertie' beverage of steamed milk and mint tea tasted pretty damn close to breast milk (sans the smell, though)... and I mean that in the absolute best way possible. I cuppa that sweet sauce and I went from ready to dance to ready to nap right on the table. It's not a strong or very flavorful drink and I generally despise the thought of milk or squishy cow udders for that matter, but as BIG fan of ET the Extraterrestrial and particularly any parts with kid sister Gertie, I had to have it and I'm glad I did.
I felt like I was going to love NW based on everything I'd heard from friends and the fact that next to Go Kart music, New Wave is my absolute favorite. I was really hoping to hear some on my visit here, but now I'm thinking that the New Wave aspect really only has anything to do with the deco... which at the time included artwork from a local artist who appears to only paint silly pics of cats, which I am ALL about.
I don't live in this area so I can't speak to how badly the neighborhood may need an independent coffee shop as others have mentioned, but I just feel like New Wave didn't live up to the hype for me. Every table and seat were full of people, but the library-brand quiet made it really awkward. That and the asshole who felt like it was okay to take his f*cking shoes off and lay horizontally across their full length couch with his hole-y socks and one knee up in the air like he's doing some sort of Playboy spread and then writhing his stupid legs around inside the couch cushions like he's f*cking Rick James or something. F*cking asshole. Other people are all around you, not only looking for a place to sit, but trying to drink open beverages and eat baked goods and they don't want your sour-socked feet stink getting all up in their air... or at least I don't.
I don't know, man. Something about that dude acting like he lived there and everyone around him just being fine with it was a huge turn off, in addition to the astounding silence. I'm not going to rate them any lower because some of their costumers are jackoffasaurs, but I was let down in general. And I guess they took away the old Nintendo video games and stuff that they had- not that I ever would have chosen to play video games over dicking around on my phone, but I think having some sort of sound or interaction between people would have been nice to see. It just seemed like a place that looks like it'd have a lot more character and edge than it did on my experience.
At least the beverages were good and surprisingly affordable for quality. I already mentioned the breast-milky 'Get well, Gertie', but I also sipped some of their seasonal cider, which was unexpectedly frothy and tasted really pure. Like, it made me think twice about when was the last time I'd eaten an actual apple, and make a mental memo do so in the near future... or at least purchase some high-quality cider such as New Waves.
I'd for sure go back, probably with my laptop for a quiet work place and not a meeting spot or place to java up with a date, but I'm not in any hurry.