This morning while walking into the office, I was listening to a story set on a kibbutz, and maybe that subconsciously drove me into Black Coffee. Black Coffee is that worker's cooperative cafe on Pine, and hey, a worker's cooperative, and my other two experiences there have been quite good, and yet for no reason I can fathom, I rarely go in there.

Then, today, I tried their raspberry almond scone (non-vegan version).

Look, I'm a scone fan. But Seattle is not a scone zone. Why must this be? Instead of so many goddamned cupcake shops, couldn't we see some scone-only action?

Now I realize that in a Platonic sense, scones are supposed to be flaky. But I am a person, not a Platonic ideal. Sue me.

This one was only flaky-ish at the edges and downright thick and fat and chewy in its belly. It was, maybe, a little undercooked, but perfectly so. (The perfect undercooking of baked goods: Another undone concept for a specialty shop.) The raspberries were whole and big and they'd bled. These were not torn bits of fruit. They were The Fruit Itself. The flavor of almond was not a hint, it was the flavor of the scone. This was not a subtle object. It was hearty. Yet it was not overly sweet.

I'm just saying you should get in there and get one.