Any Direct Flight

Very cute store front. But you’ll definitely pay Parisian prices for your coffee. My girl friend and I ordered two lattes and they cost $ 17.00 –yikes! I get it, it’s organic but people need to calm down with their markups.

Returning to old stomping grounds in the up and coming Leslieville in the East end, I was on the search for an indie coffee shop to plug in and get inspired to write, get some work done, enjoy a good cup of brew and hopefully support a small local business in the process.
I rode by Any DIrect Flight, with a lovely vintage-​y looking dress in the window and a café table for 2. I go in and realize its a boutique + café. The girl working tells me that the front of the store was turned into a café (5 tables including 1 large square communal table) in March 2012. Its super bright and sunny, right on Queen E so watching the street car and people walk by is lovely.
Free Wi-​Fi, decent coffee and espresso drinks, and outlets for your laptop: freelancers out there, this is a great spot! Could also see it being the jam if they get some tables out front too.

Me and a mommy friend checked out this place because I read that they carry this Ottawa designer who’s clothes I’m loving right now. Oh so disappointed. Now I haven’t worked in retail for a while — and when I did it was for Harry Rosen as a cappuccino girl (and I HATE coffee) — but I’m pretty sure that one of the first things that you do when someone enters your store is to give them a simple greeting. But no. Instead the store clerk just straight out ignored us even when I made a bee line right for the jacket that I coveted, and probably with the right amount of prodding would have bought. Seriously, when someone is picking up a garment and oggling it — that is an opportunity people! Instead the snobby store clerk proceeded to pick up the phone and when we passed her at the desk, turned her back on us completely! So RUDE. Next time I’ll get my mom friend to walk by her so she turns her back and I’m gonna stuff the jacket in my stroller. Because no one suspects the baby to steal — but I’m teaching him while he’s young.