Edwin’s favorite cafe in Georgetown – and maybe anywhere – is Yellow. I have walked by several times and passed it up because there has always been a line out the door, and I hate waiting in lines.
He was looking for someone to go to Georgetown with him this morning to get coffee and check out the flea market. I decided to join him and was a little skeptical when he suggested Yellow. A line stretched down the block, but he assured me it would move fast.
I willed myself not to tap my foot and check my watch during the 15-minute wait in the hot sun. When we finally squeezed inside, the line had grown even longer outside.
Ten minutes later, I had a damask rose milk tea with cardamom and soft serve labneh. Edwin had a coconut cardamom iced coffee and a Palestinian bagel.
I would SO go back and stand in line again.
My Corner of the Village 