LAFAYETTE, Ind.Â â I believe in the powerÂ of sanctuary places we go to when we want to feel safe, comfortableÂ or simply remembered by fellow humans that commonly inhabit the same space.
For some people, it’s a place of worship, theirÂ childhood home, a corner of a library, or aÂ bar where everybody knows your name.Â
Before I came to Indiana â when I was student atÂ the University of Minnesota in MinneapolisÂ â my places were a park next to a stone arched bridge over the Mississippi River and my college newspaper, The Minnesota Daily.
When I moved to Lafayette nearlyÂ one year and nine months ago for the Journal & Courier,Â I knew no one andÂ didn’t know what to do with myself when I wasn’t at work. I was living in an apartment on Main Avenue at the time, soÂ I was luckily amongÂ all the downtown action. Being a journalist and thereforeÂ a caffeine addict, one of the first places I set out to find was aÂ coffee shop. And seated just down the streetÂ from my new home was Fuel.
I don’t remember my first experiences at Fuel, but I know I kept coming back for a reason. The baristas remembered my name, the coffee was great and the food was even better. It soonÂ became one of my places in Lafayette where I’d find myself automatically walking or driving toward without thought.
After an especially long week at the paper or a stressful story, IÂ treat myself on a Saturday morning withÂ a stack of apple streusel pancakes, a breakfast sandwich or breakfast burrito at Fuel. (Although it’s technically a coffee shop, it hasÂ the best breakfast I’ve had in town, besides Heirloom before it closed.) While making my way over to cover something at Purdue,…