I frequented Tryst just about every other day when I lived in Washington DC for 6 six. When I first went, you could still smoke indoors at restaurants and bars. So I would hole up on one of their tattered grandma sofas for a couple of hours and read and drink coffee. Since then, I kept coming back because there's isn't a better coffee house in DC or just about anywhere. The drinks are excellent. The servers are appropriately rude. No two sofas match. It's ageless, yet somehow always current. I love it and miss it.
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