
Here is a fairly accurate and good review of Sweetness' favorite coffeehouse,
just down the street from the old Riverside Mission building, now the wonderful Life Arts Center.

(Sweetness had been known to perform at this coffeehouse!)
(And she knows who painted the door!

)
http://www.highlandernews.org/featu...can-go-a-night-at-back-to-the-grind-1.2250161
Oh, The Places You Can Go: A Night at Back to the Grind
By Fatima Mirza
Senior Staff Writer Published: Monday, May 23, 2011
I didn't know where to look when I first walked into Back to the Grind, a coffee shop located in Downtown Riverside. There were so many things that caught my attention—clothes for sale to my right, plush couches to my left and scattered tables fully occupied. I noticed hallways and stairs that lead to unknown nooks and crannies of the unusual coffee shop.
The place seemed cluttered, but not in a negative way. But rather, in a way that made me feel as though I could sit at one of the tables all day without getting bored because I could always find something new to look at. The ceilings were high, and an entire wall served as a giant bookshelf filled with magazines and books for the public to browse through.
I was there to attend the Open Mic Night, which is held every Monday from 9:00-10:00 PM. Although the coffee shop was packed with people socializing or studying, there was no stage or audience in sight. Perplexed, my friends and I walked up to a friendly barista and asked where it was. "In the basement," he said, as though it was common knowledge. I thought to myself, of course this place would have a basement, all the interesting places do.
As we made our way through the coffee shop, it felt as though everyone who was there had been there before. They seemed so comfortable while my friends and I felt a little out of place. It appeared as if the ‘regulars' of the coffee shop were a close knit community—they greeted each other and the workers there like they were dear friends.
However, they were eager to welcome others into their community. While my friend and I ordered coffee, many people offered friendly smiles and advice on what to order. We quickly became acquainted with a girl who visited the coffee shop regularly and attended many of the cultural events in downtown Riverside. She gave us advice on things to do and see in city, such as the monthly arts walk.
Because it was an independent coffee shop, we had the pleasure of being able to create our own drink. I asked for a iced latte with Irish Cream syrup, Hazelnut syrup, a hint of Coconut, and of course, whipped cream. It was definitely a success; the blend of flavors is definitely one that I will remember when I return to Back to the Grind.
Drinks in hand, we tried to find our way to the basement through a narrow staircase. The stairs were steep and creaked a little with the slightest pressure; I found myself holding onto the railing as I walked down. Darkness enveloped us and it took a little while for our eyes to adjust to the dim lighting. Small blue light bulbs were the only source of light in the basement, giving the room a shadowy neon-blue tint. I was suddenly very glad that I had brought my friends with me.
Even though the Open Mic had not started, almost all of the seats were occupied. The basement had roughly painted brick walls and a slightly elevated stage in the center where the poets and singers would perform. The back wall was lined with comfortable looking booths that were completely filled and one side of the stage had chairs set up in rows.
The event was supposed to start at nine, but it was not until much later that the performances began. Again, it felt like everyone who was on stage knew each other. The audience and the performers shared inside jokes that my friends and I failed to understand. Whenever there was a new performer, participating for the first time, the host would announce that he or she was a ‘first timer' and the audience welcomed the newcomer with encouraging applause.
The performances did not exactly fit my taste—especially the stand up comedy. However, some talented singers stole the show and a few spoken word poems were especially moving. One girl in particular had the most captivating stage presence. At first she gave off a childish and girly vibe, but her demeanor quickly changed when she began reciting her poetry. Her words were wise and audience members were transfixed as she spoke, giving us all a glimpse into her thoughts and experiences.
One of the most fascinating aspects of Back to the Grind was the amount of artwork displayed on every space imaginable. Not a single spot went to waste; every wall was somehow covered in color, posters, words or pictures of some sort. I assumed that the various canvas paintings that were for sale were made by local artists. The paintings hung on the dark basement walls, on all of the hallways and even the outside patio area behind the coffee shop. Everywhere you turned there was something beautiful or strange to see, even the inside door of the women's restroom was covered in a scenic painting. The surface of all of the tables in the shop were also designed with different artistic expressions—each table brought a unique feel to the setting.
My favorite part of the coffee shop was not the coffee—which was great. Nor was it the decorations that hung on the walls or the ever inviting giant bookshelf. It would definitely have to be the unique signs on the bathroom door that distinguished it from Men's and Women's. Instead of the normal, boring blue sign with the figures serving as an indication, a giant card from a deck of cards was hung on the doors. The King was for men's and The Queen for women's. To me, those two signs captured the unique atmosphere found at Back to the Grind.