I’m not exaggerating when I’m saying that this is the place that convinced me to like Waco.
It’s on Austin Avenue, which is the heart of downtown Waco: a collection of antique shops, unique eateries, a century-old theater (which I’ll probs make a post on later), some food trucks and Dichotomy. It’s hard to describe the ambiance of Dichotomy, but if I had to, I’d go with a grand-central-station-meets-bearded-baristas-in-flannels-meets-retro-but-in-no-way-antequated-vibe. Not that that cleared it up for anyone.
Black and white tiles, stainless steel fixtures, art deco lettering and menu (think: Gatsby-esque font), deep wood furniture. The clientele isn’t exclusively students, a fact which is far from accidental, but the feeling of the place is one of cultivated ease.
If you’re on your way through Waco, you need to make a stop for a mocha or a chai (my personal favorite). You will be so glad you did; this place is worth the 90 minute/two hour drive from Dallas/Austin (respectively), if you’re feeling up for a daytrip. Just saying.
I remember climbing the reclaimed wood staircase to the balcony on my first trip, almost two years ago, balancing my vanilla latte precariously on its saucer. As I sat down, I realized why I loved this place so. It transported me. I felt like I was in a city. I could’ve been in downtown Austin, or Los Angeles, or any other city. It could’ve been a rooftop anywhere, looking over any capital building, with any city’s name painted in a sprawling mural. But I was in Waco.
And that was the moment when I realized I was grateful for the fact. I could truly begin to appreciate what was around me, could see it as if for the first time. It was a truly transforming moment, and of course it had to start with coffee.