Today I stood behind a guy in line at my local cafe, the smell of moth from his jacket attacking my senses. As I watched him order, I noticed his slow movements, and his distraction. He had long hair and from behind I couldn’t tell his age, just that moving around didn’t come that easy for him. He was gently spoken, so I couldn’t hear what he was saying despite the fact that I was less than a meter behind him. He ordered and went and sat down at a table alone and it was then that I noticed that … Continue reading Cafe Stories – a moment in time.
The other night I went to a cafe/restaurant with one of my besties for dinner. We we to a place in Burwood called La Plaka because her friend owned the place and she needed to go pick up something up from him, so it was a good excuse to go somewhere and eat. I never really need an excuse to eat, but it’s good to have one sometimes to justify the constant eating I do. I had been to this place many moons ago, so didn’t really remember too much about it, but when we got there, we were welcomed … Continue reading Cafe Stories – Reminiscing
It’s amazing the people you meet when you go to a cafe. Mothers taking a break from parenting. Corporate workers having power meetings over numerous cups of caffeine. Students procrastinating by stalking social media instead of working on the essay … Continue reading Cafe Stories – The crazy French dreamer.
The other day I found myself with a few hours to kill, so went to one of my regularly frequented cafes, ordered a coffee and sat on one of their lounges to settle back with a book. This cafe has a couple of couches along a wall, some two-three seater and some single seater, so I took a single couch in the corner. I always chose this couch because it’s up against the wall, which means it’s facing into the cafe. And I like that because it allows me to observe people, which is always a good thing. I also … Continue reading Cafe Stories – The Boy is in LOVE!!
I caught up with a friend the other night and she was telling me about this Arabic sweet place that was parked in our local area for a few days, so after very minimal deliberation – we don’t need much prompting to eat – we made plans to go there on the Sunday night and have our coffee catch up there. I called another friend on the Saturday afternoon in my excitement and told her all about the food and arranged for her to come with us as well, so the date night was all set. Come Saturday evening (early … Continue reading Cafe Stories – The Food Fellowship
I have a couple of cafes that I frequent regularly. And when I say regularly, I mean they don’t even bother asking me what I want to order anymore, they just start getting it ready when they see me walking … Continue reading Cafe Stories II