At some point during my tenure as a barista, I became the curator of the cafe’s music selection. It was my job to buy CDs for the fifty-disc CD changer that served as a primitive iPod, providing the musical backdrop for caffeinated web browsing.
There are too many memories! There were a lot of good times, but the best times were spent in Belltown and the bestest times were spent before the cafe burned down.
I lived right next door to Speakeasy, and I loved waking up, stumbling down the stairs, seeing my coworkers and friends right away, getting a cup of coffee at the cafe and laughing about something that happened the night before.