Black Tap Coffee

The first stop on our whirlwind work weekend in Charleston, SC had to be coffee. A uniting gastronomy, good coffee now serves as the launch pad for the weary traveler and pair of colleagues on a mission to get creative for a weekend's worth of photography. The building charming, the interior comfortable and inviting, and the service/staff exceptionally nice and conversant, this coffee house stands out. Communal surfaces and lots of light pouring in create for the perfect independent study or work place, or after-surf-or-run caffeination.

Better than the coffee and pastries is the type of neighborhood environment Black Tap fosters. Sitting next to me was a fellow named Erik Holmberg. After catching glances of the drawings from the dude next to me, I mention that if I ever get around to drawing, they look akin to those he keeps creating in his notebook. Without a beat, he mentions he sources American leather and makes products that house tablets, iPads, phones, as well as wallets. He extracts an example of each product from his bag, as he is clearly very passionate about this crafting venture. It turns out all he needs are tags made, hence the designing going on next to me.

Across the table, my peer and good friend Amanda Greeley jumps into the conversation, for she is the actual resident of Charleston, and coincidentally starts her own clothing line, but needs tags made for her garments. Holmberg and Greeley exchange contact info on the spot: to help each other in the startup world. This exchange felt to be a truly novel concept, notably in comparison to my perception of young creatives and enterprising businessmen and women in New York City who, in the same setting in nameless trendy cafe in SoHo, would likely never engage with one another for fear that the other might steal an idea, abuse a contact for shameless networking, or step on someone else's toes. It's all an inference, but I claim now that it is an informed inference based on nearly two years living in Manhattan.

This social interaction further corroborated my newfound love for the quaint Charleston and even more pleasant Charlestonian. Cold brew coffee from the Tap didn't hurt the cause, either.