One World Cafe

Moscow - Idaho

OWC has been an independent, locally owned coffee shop since 2005. We are located on the corner of Sixth and Main Street right in the heart of downtown Moscow, ID. We provide a relaxed, comfortable space where everyone can enjoy good coffee, food, and great company.

If you are looking for a place to hang out, study, have engaging conversations, meet interesting people, listen to live music, or just enjoy people watching, you are in the right place. Here you will find local art on the walls, fresh and locally roasted coffee, live entertainment on Friday and Saturday nights, a changing beer and wine selection and a variety of pastries and snacks. Our staff is welcoming and knowledgeable, and we are looking forward to making OWC your home away from home in Moscow.

We have a meeting room that you can schedule in advance for meetings for up to 18 people. OWC offers seating across two levels - including a mezzanine - that allows you to choose spaces that are more quiet and secluded or buzzing with activity. We (obviously) have free wifi and have tried to provide you with as many power outlets as we could - so your devices can recharge together with you.  On weekend nights we often have free live music and entertainment.

We hope to see you soon. 


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Thomas Drake and Undiscovered Country

Remember when you'd roll down the windows, crank up the radio and drive, drive, drive through the night? We do.

My old man was a driving fool – I don’t know what it was, but you know how you hear all those songs about the siren call of the highway and the endless chase after the horizon? He was that song. And he was broke and cheap, driving piece of shit, $500 Dodge Darts and Chevy Impalas into the ground, no air conditioning and one little speaker in the center of the console cranking out CCR, Merle Haggard, Bob Dylan, The Allman Brothers, Hank Williams, Buck Owens, Jackson Brown, Aretha Franklin, Don Maclean, Eric Clapton…. We’d roll down the windows and let the night in across every mile of California San Joaquin Central Valley, the endless acres of grape of wrath vines zip, zip, zipping out the passenger window, through the streets of Bakersfield, up into the Tehachapi mountains, the Sierra Nevada; up, down and all over Arizona highways so hot the horizon melted into a wavy blur, Glen Campbell moaning Wichita Lineman; deep into the red-dirt mud of a Mississippi lost to all but legend and Faulkner; up into the Tetons, across the Colorado Rockies, all the way up the Western Coastal highway and up in to British Columbia….

That six inch AM radio speaker in the center of the console playing the soul of America mixing with the hot breath of the road pushing through the open windows.

That’s our sound. Real, original, well-crafted Americana.

Earlier Event: March 21
Yellow Dog Flats
Later Event: March 29
Simba and the Extraordinary Africans