I used to skip class in high school to go drink turkish coffee, chain-smoke, and discuss life, poetry, code, and philosophy at Cafe Algiers. I think I learned more there than I did in class. Sad to see it go, kicking myself for not dropping in last time I was in Boston, but all things must pass.
Farewell, Algiers, thanks for all the memories and conversations.
Farewell, Algiers, thanks for all the memories and conversations.