Serj Books

Dallas, Texas

Well, it is quite a feat to say that I have finally arrived here. I took the DART for the first time in a long time and while that in itself wasn’t an issue, the wind that made me victim of unnecessary hair torment. That is okay, though. There are more important things to worry about.

The barista at the counter has a crazy weird Chicago accent and wears bright red glasses that somehow fit his assertive  yet caring personality. He goes in and out of the wide black door with the magician’s purple curtain to go to and from the inside of the counter/kitchen to the rest of the restaurant. Conversations are blunt:

“How’s your Americano?”

“Good, it’s delicious.”

“Good, I’m glad you like it. Hey you, over there, how are you?”

“Huh?”

“I’m checkin’ on you. How you doing?”

“Oh, good.”

I can hear the rhhhuuummmmm of the DART just outside the widows as it takes off and goes every so often once again.

The music here is much more upbeat than your typical quaint coffee shop; distinct 50’s and 80’s sounds fall out of the speakers. Serj Books does nothing less than make a statement. But, what else can you do in the middle of Downtown Dallas? The walls are crafted with wooden brick and the tables have a royal purple cloths draped over the surface. Books on display are scattered on shelves along the walls, and all bear strange names and unusual covers. They make me want to both pick them up and flip through the pages and shout out to all those in the small shop, “WHAT DO YOU THINK THIS MEANS?!”

I could have a lot of fun here. That’s the thing about Serj, though: It is not exactly what one would call a good study space. Instead, it’s a place for being with people, philosophizing, discussing all things good and bad about your day while doing an occasional jig to the music that floats in the air. It’s a place for listening, for speaking, and for telling jokes. Laughing is encouraged. Using WiFi to isolate yourself from the rest of the world is not. The barista smugly tells his very lame and wonderful joke as you order. I’ve been sitting here for  healthy chunk of time and let me tell you, he tells it with the same gusto for every single customer.

Where do animals go when their tails fall off?
The retail store. 

 

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