It’s 2pm on a Tuesday afternoon and I am sitting in a funky little café in New Orleans, drinking coffee and people watching. I had somehow managed to get myself lost while walking to my destination and saw this little café on the corner and decided to give it a shot. As soon as I walked in, gentle jazz music was playing as other patrons sat around on their laptops working away; my kind of place! I ordered my coffee (which just so happened to be amazing! CC’s Coffee House in New Orleans for the win!), took a corner couch … Continue reading New Orleans – Reflections by the window
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
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
Many moons ago, I worked as a waitress. I worked for a period of time in a cafe and in an RSL club. It was a job I enjoyed because it while i didn’t really challenge me mentally like some jobs do, it challenged me physically because you were run off your feet. A lot. The cafe I worked at was located in an outdoor shopping strip, so we had a lot of customers from the surrounding stores come in, and they always came in before work on during their lunch hour. But then we had the shoppers walk through, … Continue reading Cafe Stories – Excuse me, would you like some manners with your order?
At the risk of being Captain Obvious when I say this, I tend to spend a lot of time in cafes alone. I enjoy it and find that I can really get my thoughts down on paper when I’m sitting in a café drinking coffee. Occasionally, I will go to a café and just sit and watch the world around me; not read or write or play with my phone, just watch. And when you stop and watch for long enough, you see some really interesting things. Recently when I was at a café alone just observing the people around … Continue reading Cafe Stories – Strangers in cafes
As is probably evident by my many café stories posts, I frequent cafes often. And most of the time I go alone. I’m confortable going to a café and having coffee and a meal alone. I get to just sit back with my coffee and either write, read or observe people. And one of the things I observe is that people stare. A lot. Sometimes it’s obvious why people are staring at someone; they look different to everyone else, or they are talking loudly or acting in a way that draws attention. Some people stare because they are fascinated by … Continue reading Cafe stories – staring.
There is a standard, unspoken agreement between my girlfriends (and some of my boy friends) and I when it comes to going on a date: we need to go and have a coffee and debrief. We need to discuss the date in detail; what was he wearing, where did we go, did he pay, what did we talk about, what did I wear, am I going to see him again…the list goes on and on. We sit and have multiple coffees, some cake (especially if it was a bad date) and we talk it through. We talk through the doubts … Continue reading Games….Cafe Stories
The other week I went to a local café with a friend of mine for dinner. It wasn’t anything fancy, just a little café that was attached to a shopping centre and surrounded by a few other cafes. We go there often because it’s local and they have reasonable food. And we go there to eat, drink coffee and chat. That’s usually what you do at a café, right? You sit and solve all the worlds’ problems over numerous cups of coffee and some food thrown in. You generally don’t go to a café to watch a punch up between … Continue reading Cafe Stories – Brawlin
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
I’m a coffee drinker. A big coffee drinker. And I like nothing more than going to one of my favourite cafes, ordering a coffee and either reading a book, or doing some writing. It’s something I do most days and it’s very relaxing for me because I’m left on my own with my coffee and my thoughts. However the last few cafe visits have been anything but relaxing because the last few times I’ve been, I’ve found myself sitting next to couples, which is usually fine, but these couples have been fighting, or breaking up. And it’s been awkard for all … Continue reading Cafe stories.