I don't even like coffee, and I'm still smitten by Verve Roasting Company. During the times I concede to study (erm, read Murakami novels), I camp out at the downtown Verve. Sometimes I feel like places are designed specifically for me. At Verve, where Edison bulbs hang like raindrops from the ceiling and air ferns are tucked in every nook and cranny, I fit right in.
