On this reasonably beautiful night Ann and I went to dinner on Broadway in New Haven. Though school’s out for summer Broadway puts you in the middle of the Yale campus surrounded by its iconic buildings. There are worse places to go.
We hit a burger joint then walked down the street for some coffee. There’s a little place called the Blue State I like. Every time I walk in I ask myself the same question: “Why I didn’t go to Yale?”
Students sit around tables in the back room. Many have laptops. Often discussions are taking place in front of the computers over cups of hot coffee. It’s what you’d expect from a coffee house in a college town. It’s right out of central casting.
There’s one feature of Blue State I like a lot. They donate 5% of the proceeds (not 5% of the profits) to charity. Four have been chosen. Customers pick up a little wooden token at the register then drop it in a slot representing where they want the money sent.
The coffee isn’t Dunkin’ Donuts worthy but the atmosphere is enough to keep me coming back.
I really should have gone to Yale. Can I get a high school do over?