Review by cafe tableaux: saturday, midmorning, the front doors of a cafe are open, cool air drifts in across the tile floors drawing blue savannah fog to meet the fluorescent pastry coolers.

Review by cafe tableaux: “Wouldn’t it be nice if someone knew what they wanted when they came in?”

Review by cafe tableaux: I drank coffee from a foam cup and ate the best rosemary and garlic bagel outside of New York City and West LA.

Review by cafe tableaux: It is however our purview to lambast the fool who marches into Savannah Coffee Roasters Cafe to ask them where the Starbucks is located.

Review by cafe tableaux: the coffeeshop, like the chameleon, eyes the world in two distinct directions, yet always connects them with its presence.

Review by cafe tableaux: The street looks like a pirate once strode it, or at least a longshoreman, his boots covered in algae and his teeth like barnacles thirsty for mead.