McQuixote Books & Coffee is the definition of a treasure. Located – and somewhat hidden- on Portland Avenue, MB & C is a gem for anyone who is interested in the arts, coffee, and literature scene. Earlier this week, I went to grab some tea and capture some shots.
When you enter into the Tim Faulkner Gallery, the first point of exposure is the quaint, rustic yet polished, cozy bookstore coffee house.
But the best part about this place is that the coffee shop is just the beginning.
A small, barely unnoticeable door, leads to this…. the treasure of the art gallery. The hallway “or gateway to glory” as I so cleverly just made up, has everything from local art to random antique mirrors to studio space.
<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<oh and I fell in love with a mirror
Once through the hallway you enter into the event space…..
and then you walk into ANOTHER event space……
….which is just as magical.
And a tad more bizarre.
The first time I went to McQuixote – which was in early December- I knew it was a place I would end up holding dear. I had heard buzz about the Tim Faulkner Gallery (McQuixote is located in the front of the building) and marked it down as place to visit. My chance came when my husband and a few friends caught word of a poetry slam going on in one of their event spaces. First time at McQuixote AND first poetry slam – my soul didn’t know it was in for such a treat.
McQuixote is important to me not only because it is the epitome of ‘treZ-Hər/but also because it was one of the first times I was exposed to a facade of Black artistic culture. That being- the art of the poetry slam. All the words that were spoken gave me life for weeks. I met people, laughed, nodded my head in solid agreement, got booed (I was a judged), and cherished every bit of the moment the encompassed beautiful words floating around in the air.
McQuixote was a bridge into that culture. Into something I didn’t even know I needed.
A bridge I hope to cross again. and again and again. and again.