Stamford's Coffeehouse

A Fine Establishment

Ahh, █████, you're back! It's been a few weeks, I do hope you're taking care of yourself. Wait here, I'll get you something. That tiramisu you love, perhaps? Splendid, do make yourself at ease, Stamford's been feeling a tad lonely without you around!

— A recent conversation I had with the establishment's owner, Mr. Robert Brow, after a little adventure forced my absence. It was good to finally get back.

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As one steps out onto the pavement of Langford's Fir Street, you may see individuals ranging from tired looking professors to dignified guildsmen pass through a set of dark green doors, or sit on outside tables. As you step through those doors, the first thing that hits you is the warm smell of roasting beans and baking goods, followed by the frenzied speech of dozens of caffeine fueled minds discussing everything from business matters to scientific wonders. Walking to the counter, you look above the frantic servers rushing to complete orders, to see the words STAMFORD'S, in gold lettering, plastered onto a similarly dark green backboard.
This roughly describes the experience of entering that lovely business called Stamford's Coffeehouse, an experience I have undergone for what feels like more than a thousand times over the years. It really is a remarkable place. After all, the atmosphere is warm, the decor appreciable, the food and drink near divine to my tastes, and the company, always special and unique.

The Place To Be For Anyone Who's Not Quite No One

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From what I understand, some strange alignment of location and reputation has left Stamford's almost entirely dedicated to a specific form of clientele. Yes, plenty of more "average" individuals pop in for a drink, but it is obvious to see that many notables pay far more patronage to the establishment than would seem conventional.
For example, aside from, of course, myself, well known patrons to the establishment include the Directors of half the Departments of the Duke's University, not 2 hours journey away by rail, almost the entirety of the board of directors of the Navigators Guild, and countless artists and researchers, whenever any of such notables get to stay in Langford-on-Azure for any length of time.
Admittedly, none of us are precisely famous individuals, but it's safe to say that many of Stamford's patrons do hold some, sway, over certain worldly affairs, and we're certainly not nobodies.

A Steaming Cup, And Something To Nibble

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Of course, while I would consider the company and atmosphere to be the main cause of my patronage, I have to admit the sustenance provided does play a part. And oh, what fine sustenance! Cakes, and other sweet confections, line displays covered by glass, and served on delicate porcelain dishes that seem fit for serving royalty. So sweet, so delicate, so divine, the recipes and methods behind their creation are worth more than mere money to the curious customer with deep pockets, though to my knowledge their secrets have never left the establishment at all.
And, what would a Coffeehouse be without its coffee? Strong, black stuff, carries the day there, which more than fuels the fervent discourse taking within the buildings walls well into the night. I normally prefer mine with some milk in it, for which I get not a few odd looks from my fellow patrons, but on more than one occasion I have consumed the stronger varieties, with its beans which are more than likely to be from a magically enhanced plant, and carried a debate, argument, or other conversation until the very next dawn.

Type

Pub / Tavern / Restaurant