![]() ![]() She grew up in the South where the early morning heat carried the scent of Bermuda grass through her open window, and it followed her all the way north.Ī man walks by with a briefcase a few minutes later. Inside that to-go cup is not coffee but freshly made matcha that is almost a perfect match to the green hue of her pants. The woman is wearing green pants because it reminds her of fresh-cut grass in the summer. The only kind of science I’ve found myself to be good at. Purely fictional - guesswork, really, based on my observations. ![]() She would keep walking, and I would stay seated behind the cafe’s window, and that would be the end of it. I would have only seen a woman wearing green pants walk by with a to-go cup of coffee in hand. When I used to people-watch, I merely saw. With a window looking out on University Place and a dining room underscored by smooth jazz, there is no shortage of eye-catching people. Newsbar is no Disneyland, but it’s a magical place in its own right. I had to know the stories behind it all, even if I needed to make them up myself. Just observing the clothes, the gait, the neon-colored hair or the tattooed arm was no longer enough. But as I grew and changed, so did the parameters of my people-watching endeavors. There were families in matching shirts, young kids messily devouring a Mickey Mouse-shaped ice cream sandwich and a newlywed couple snuggled up watching the fireworks. Disneyland, the happiest place on Earth that I used to frequent, like many other Southern Californians, was the prime location for observations. People-watching has been a whimsical - albeit slightly invasive - habit I’ve had since I still had my baby teeth and believed in Santa Claus. It’s my guilty pleasure, almost a vice, rather than the pricey lattes I shouldn’t buy and the cranberry muffin that I find dangerously delicious: people-watching. My thoughts float away from the task at hand and my eyes follow suit, drifting from the Google Doc to the cafe’s other patrons. Writing essays and struggling to finish physics homework that I will never fully grasp is my primary focus, but I’m human. My only indulgence is the $7 chai and the discounted day-old baked good I get at the counter. If a professor or my mother asks, I go to my unofficially owned table to do homework and nothing else. Staking my claim like I’m a miner in the Gold Rush comes naturally to me. Houston remains one of the most affordable big cities in the U.S.It’s not mine, but I claim it anyway - the small, wooden half-bench-half-chair table tucked in the far corner of Newsbar on University Place.Bun B announces part of RodeoHouston Southern Takeover lineup.DPS sent at least 3,000 driver’s licenses to organized crime group targeting Asian Texans.Santa Fe shooting survivor Trey Louis tugs at judges’ heartstrings on ‘American Idol’.Santa Fe High School shooter remains mentally incompetent to stand trial, further dragging on 5-year-old case.Tags Ashley Brown Bob Sanborn children at risk Chinatown Concept Neighborhood development Dominic Anthony Walsh EaDo east end hisd living car-free restaurants special needs children students with special needs Texas Legislature texas supreme court TH Rogers School walkable spaces Most Viewed And we visit a section of the East End to learn how some developers want to create a neighborhood where residents can function without cars. On Tuesday's show: We discuss how the new legislative session might affect Texas children.And Eric Sandler writes for CultureMap Houston.Ĭaptain Foxheart's Bad News Bar & Spirit Lounge Gwendolyn Knapp writes for Houstonia Magazine. In the latest installment of The Full Menu, our group of local food writers share some of their favorites. So, when the holiday leftovers run out, where should you take them to eat? What places do out-of-towners need to experience? With the holiday season in full swing, family or friends might soon be descending on Houston.
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