falco

falco's a serious place. the password for the internet is perigrinus and the coffee gets made in one of those elegant, mad scientist glass blown contraptions. There is a lot of heavy wood and dark, voluminous leather seating. The space is all concrete with one big glass wall, and the clientele wear blue button down shirts with sturdy framed black glasses. There are three asian women in the cooking, brewing cleaning area who speak an asian language to each other and have little to do with you as a customer, or as a quebecker, if you are a quebecker. they've been parachuted in as much as falco has, futuristic hospitality tucked into the warehouses on casgrain.

the lightbulbs are fabulous and there are a number of other beautiful things sprinkled at right angles throughout. there are dense, black sewing machines and a hammock chair swinging hippyly.

most of the seating looks like it's from a danish school house, with the standard polished pine and gray metal, except it's actually attractive and not just nostalgic. the light is really crisp in here. there are many potted plants the size of a fledgling elementary school project, mostly pot with a sheepish leaf. i am really happy here.