A triple espresso, a pancetta ham, mozzarella, tomato, romaine, & red onion sandwich on a croissant, followed up by a dark-roast coffee, with the background music of REM, the Cure, and the Talking Heads playing in the background -- all at 2 AM while seated on the sidewalk-side tables. [insert contented sigh here]
I guess Toby was correct in his observation last week that all I had to do was wait until a thing cropped up in Bangor that would cater to my whims, instead of having to modify my whims to cater to Bangor. Now I just have to prompt more locals to hit the place between 1 and 3 AM. *prompt*prompt*
Oh, and in getting home, I caught the first episode of the "Witches of Eastwick: The Series" thing by way of Hulu. It wasn't too horrible up until the bit where they end up in the fountain; from that point on, things were a little extra-special cheesy. Not sure how they'll milk a series out of the concept, though. The demon character reminds me of what you'd get if House's Wilson was possessed by the spirit of Robert Wagner.
And now that I've started using my auto-sphygmomanometer for the "Mood" field here, I've noticed that drinking actual coffee instead of decaf seems to raise my blood pressure by about 10-15 mmHg (each time you see it here in the 130-something/80-something range, that's been a day that I had actual coffee. The times with it in the 120-ish/70-something range are the days with nothing but decaf).