Octane Coffee

ROADTRIP!!! Well I didn’t drive there, but I was in Atlanta a couple weeks ago and I needed my caffeine fix and thinking space! So I checked out Octane Coffee in Buckhead. It was nice. Let me tell you about it.


I ordered a Caramelatto, which is their name for a caramel latte. It was good. Nice and smooth, but a little too sweet for my taste. I really like a kick of espresso coming through the flavor, and it got overpowered. I enjoyed it nonetheless though, and my friend, who ordered the iced version absolutely loved it.

Octane Lattes

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One thing though, they served my drink in a glass cup. And as much as I love things served in transparent dishware, the cup wasn’t designed for hot beverages. I had to wait for it to cool a bit to pick it up to drink. I don’t do waiting very well. Especially when it comes to coffee. The time it took for the glass to be cool enough to hold is generally the time it takes for me to down a latte. But I suppose with that being said Octane probably did me a favor…maybe. Oh also, Octane doubles as a bar, which is pretty cool. That’s probably more fun at their other locations though, where they don’t close at 7pm.


The baristas at Octane were super friendly and attentive. They were all very colorful and had a lot of personality in appearance. I only say that because they didn’t really match the setting of tech professionals that made up their customers. Which I found to be refreshing. There’s nothing wrong with that professional, corporate feel, but the fact that the baristas weren’t like that added a…warmth to the space maybe? Gave room for the artsy in me to thrive while I wrote in there? Made me feel right at place even though I wasn’t from the Tech Village.


I didn’t pay a lot of attention to the menu, but it had a good variety of drinks and snackage. Nice amount of teas, a few varieties of drip coffee, and all the usual espresso drinks. I mean, they function as a bar as well as a coffee shop, which is all the variety I really need. But their counter also had a really nice display of pastry things and pre-made sandwiches. And I don’t know if they allow outside food, but there’s a Chipotle right across the street as well as food places everywhere  because they’re right around Lenox.


I like the air in here. The whole store front is glass which means tons of natural light, and everything is white so it’s even brighter and looks super clean. The wi-fi was reliable and fast. The music was…maybe a little on the loud side, but not too distracting. I didn’t pay it enough attention to tell you what kind of music was playing. I remember a lot of acoustic guitar maybe? People chat in there, so the music isn’t that crucial. Which is also nice, that conversation is welcome. Well, it’s welcome in all coffee shops I would imagine, but I don’t know…some cafes are more quiet, like a library. It’s located in the Tech Village building, so everyone in here is a business-y, tech-y professional of some sort. Everyone is in a small meeting or has a laptop out getting work done. It’s a very productive environment. Look at us, and how happy and think-y we are in there!



I actually didn’t use the bathroom while I was there. Maybe next visit, and I’ll tell you all about it. But if it was anything like the rest of the interior, I’m sure it was nice.

So that was my time at Octane. I really liked it and I was happy to find a nice place to do my work while I was away from home. I will definitely be back when I visit Atlanta again.


Wednesday: A Short Tale of Anxiety

Broad and Walnut, okay, uhhh where am I going again?

COFFEE, RIGHT. But where? Square One…ooh or maybe Plenty Cafe. Toast, even? Let’s go with Plenty, yeah. That’s on Pine, right? Totes, let’s go to Pine. Okay am I going up or down? I think it’s by 13th Street. No, no 16th Street. No. Yes…Uhhh, yes, yes whatever I’m going this way.

Okay…it’s not here. Where did it go? I know it’s at 16th and Pine. Wait, no that’s that other place I like. Well what the hell, it’s somewhere around here right??? 16th Street FOR. SUREBut if not Pine…then what? Agh I swear this place just got up and moved to spite me. I’m going to find you Plenty Cafe, you can run but you can’t hide!

Oh, it’s on Spruce. I knew that. Heh..

People…coming from the opposite direction… They look like they’re about to go inside too. There’s three of them. There’s not enough room for all of us in there. I’m going to speed up and get a seat before them. HAH, yesssss one seat left upstairs. It’s mine, ALL MINE. 

It is, I put my bag down. That’s only like…the universal sign of NOT YOURS, TRY AGAIN. Phew that was a close one. Now for coffee.

Lines… I can tell these people are not of the coffeeshop scene. They’re actually reading the menu. How do they not know what they want already? All I want is an iced dirty chai latte and they’re so…in my way. And they’re paying separately??? Didn’t they spend enough time telling this poor barista everything they wanted as if it were one bill? THE AGONY I’M SO CLOSE TO COFFEE YET SO FAR. I DO NOT HAVE THE PATIENCE FOR THIS…I HAVEN’T CONSUMED IT YET, BECAUSE. OF. YOU. PEOPLE.

FINALLY IT’S MY TIME TO ORDER. Iced dirty chai please and thank you. I can sit now, and be merry and set up my workspace.

This is my happy place.

This is what being responsible looks like. Laptop out. Charger in. Phone charging too. Book and notes laying beside my computer. Yes, here we go. Access Internet. Go to musicplaces.online annnnnd, my headphones…

Where are my headphones?

Pocket? Pocket? Pouch? Other pocket? Hidden pocket? Side pocket? Other side pocket? WHERE ARE THEY???

You. Idiot.

You knew you didn’t have them. You haven’t seen them since you got back from vacation.

But I refuse to believe they’re lost or that I left them. I’ve had many dark periods where I couldn’t find my headphones, but I never lost hope! And eventually, whether it be days or months later, I would always find them again. This time can’t be the time I lose them for real. No. NO. Let me check again.

Aaaaaaaaaghhhhhhh. I told myself to get a new pair before I got here. Oh my gosh they’re playing The Bird is the Word why Plenty Cafe, WHYYYYYYY.

I feel so…trapped. I need my music. How am I going to focus? How am I going to non-verbally tell people not to talk to me? I feel the stress, crawling out of the dark abysmal corner of my mind. It’s coming to take me away. And there’s nothing I can do to stop it. Should I just leave and go buy a new pair? But what if my spot isn’t here when I return? What then? Where to go, what to do? Oh my gosh, there’s no way out. No way out.