Ethnography

Ethnography

September 7, 2015

A Revolutionary Cafe

I walked into an odd coffee shop, ordered some tea from a happy young man with dreadlocks, and took a seat in the corner. You can tell by the barista's hair and the decor of the shop that it is a very open minded establishment. Alternative and traditional Buddhist music plays overhead. Spiritual messages hang from the wall and the gift shop provides a variety of new age trinkets. However the people who come into the shop seem to be more or less normal in context to the "hippy vibe" that would attract younger people. For instance, the middle aged man sitting across from me was wearing a blazer and nice slacks, drinking his cup of coffee and reading the news paper. I wondered if he comes here often or if he enjoys the atmosphere. He stayed the entire time I was there so I suspect he likes it. On the other side of me there was a group of older women who seemed to be on their designated coffee date. They mostly gossiped and talked about how their families are doing. One of the ladies was more vocal than there others. She smoke loudly and often interrupted her friends. After having their coffee and paninis, they all hugged each other and said see you next week.
On this day, and perhaps all others, there was a high frequency of customers at the cafe who were young and presumably college students. This cafe isn't too far from the university and often students like to come here instead of the busy campus coffee shops. Two students had their laptops with them and were typing feverishly, perhaps trying to finish an assignment before class. One female student with majestic dirty blonde hair was reading Huxley's "A Brave New World". This intrigued me enough to the point where she caught eye contact with me and smiled. I smiled back and said "do you like Huxley?". She replied "absolutely!". This brief encounter was unexpected and made us both blush. She also wore a Doctor Who t-shirt which further confirmed that she was a person who liked science fiction. Towards the end of my 1 hour observation, a few bikers came in as well. They were wearing biker club vests which stated they were from somewhere in texas. The loud roar of the engines as they rode up could be heard throughout the whole shop. Everyone turned their heads to look out the window to see who it was. The bikers walked in with a profound sense of confidence. Interestingly, one of the bikers ordered a muffin and an iced coffee. Not the manliest choice. All the others just ordered one cup of coffee, drank it where they stood, and then rode off on their bikes.

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