Liv Cafe

I advise people to avoid this particular restaurant, because like heroin and lovers of exotic decent, once you experience this place once, you can never go back. I sit in other cafes with a 1000-yard stare, unable to enjoy things I once found, well, sufficient. I am tied to Tucson because I can't imagine a life without Liv in my belly. I used to dream of travel, seeing the world, but not the only happiness I can find is when a Turkey Bacado or Caprese Sandwich sits on my plate. I will testify to the gods that there is no feeling more serendipitous than when a Liv drink, be it coffee OR tea, passes down my throat. In the exact moment when that glorious ambrosia washes by the space closest to my heart... I am filled with a golden joy, in that moment I could die happy. Eating at Liv is like wrapping yourself in the warmest blanket on the coldest of days. But let this be a warning... A warning that comes from a man without purpose, a broken man. Stay away... lest all the pleasure of lesser restaurants, hell, of life itself, be washed away forever.
Aug 13th, 2013

Dec 6th, 2011