Saturday, 1pm-ish, yearning for coffee.
I have to pick up something, but i am stalling. Not sure if I really need coffee, i guess i need an excuse. Coffee is always a good excuse. So here I am, wanting to sit on their big terrace which is unfortunately a bit drizzled on by rain, I will sit inside, window side.
I like the place. Looking from the outside in, the place doesn't draw you in though. Once sitting inside it looks nice, styled and clean. Except from the cobweb on the window-sill. Makes me suddenly wonder what bugs are hiding in the fur, stylishly draped over some of the chairs. I'm squeamish for bugs. Luckily easy distracted, so i'm leaning back against it while ordering my cuppa joe.
I'm ordering my espresso macchiato, which taste is good but not as scalding hot as i like it to be. And as that was gone in a split second, I'm having a soup, to warm me up (and/or prolong the stalling)
It's a chunky tomato soup with bell pepper. I am not a big fan of soup, but a great executed soup i can truly appreciate. So I do.
The young staff is friendly but the boy seems nervous. On his "did you enjoy your soup" I have to suppress the need to yell "NO". Not because i dislike him, he seems sweet, but just to see his reaction. I am weird that way.
The place oozes tranquility, a perfect place to relax and have a cuppa joe. Too quiet for a Saturday afternoon me thinks. Curious to find out how the atmosphere is during dinner time. Until then! :) read more