Em Tea Coffeecup Cafe

I loved this place. It was a small hidden treasure in the Canisius College area. It may have been too tiny to sit and comfortably relax, but big personalities, big portions and the big hearts of the people who worked there made up for it.
I’d get a slice of coconut cake larger than my head for $ 2 or so bucks, and they also offered these little single serve sweet potato pies and bean pies that you could just pop out of the tin and into your mouth. Their strawberry smoothie was pretty good, too.
Tuesday nights they’d offer poetry night (no cover charge if I remember correctly, but they preferred you to buy food or drink) and I remember one poem where a woman talked about a «white bitch» that she was in conflict with. Expecting this to be another stereotypical «Angry Black Chick» poem, I wasn’t expecting the twist at the end to be that the «white bitch» she was referring to was cocaine. Damn, what a way with words. The people who read poems were mostly talented folks, and I rarely remember any of them being bad enough to be pulled off the stage a la Showtime at the Apollo.