Falling Apart

In UBC, two students of Medicine set up a cafe. It was great. They used two LCD projectors to display the menu on the rear wall, above the counter, and of course used all-white La Marzocco FB/80 Machines - how motherly. Most of the art was bubkus, it being a student cafe, however on the left wall there was a large split image of a young black child. The size and quality of this great painting gave The Boulevard solidity.



Of course, as it went on, the place started to malfunction. The projectors started to give in to life-expectancy, the great art was removed and replaced with middling works of size and missing works of consummate quality, and even the place settings (the cups, you would take them, to your table, yourself), began to show marks.

We recommend great places, when they appear. After a while, an establishment begins to take on a worn quality. A building, also. It develops a certain smell, from building rot - you will still see it full of denizens, and walking by, it looks rather interesting.

Once inside, however, you will notice the dank, musk, yay rake or skank odor, not to be to effulential, and will see why certain places should be left well as they are.