Most people, if they pray, pray for material things – cars, houses, holidays, cash – or stuff like getting
someone nice looking to love them/world peace. I’ve always prayed for one thing (and when I say prayed I mean hoped really hard with my eyes closed) – that a really good café would open up just down the end of my road. As in George Orwell’s essay The Moon Under Water, about a mythical perfect pub, there are several key factors for it to be a good café::
1. Great coffee
2. Excellent bacon sandwiches
3. Run by cool women who are into jazz and poetry or interesting/funny blokes who like
football and/or experimental electronic music
4. Quiet/good/no music
5. Near to your house
6. A selection of interesting brown sauces for the bacon sandwich
7. They also sell tweed jackets/suits
8. They have a few old books to read.
9. A working Wi-Fi
10. Friends will drop in unexpectedly
11. They have hats you can wear on sunny days.
So imagine my delight when I discovered Café Vintage had opened in the old premises vacated by
Tatran/Slovak Café (the Expert Milky Coffee Makers), Run by two sisters who look like they might have been in a band, they sell tweedy clothes and play jazz at a decent level (how many cafés have you been to where they’re arguing about where the Miles Davis CD has gone?). The coffee is great – especially the Americano. You won’t be able to walk properly for several hours after the bacon sandwich. The men’s clothes are the sort of thing you used to see in your Grandad’s wardrobe when you were in his bedroom looking for pipes to nick for WWII fighter pilot games. The women’s clothes look like you’re your granny’s Sunday best. And as for hats, they have Sergeant Pepper era German military band peaked caps, to keep the sun out of your eyes when you’re tapping away on a laptop.
yes, but why are they incredibly rude in there? won't be going back in a hurry
Posted by: paula | May 10, 2011 at 10:29 AM
What a fun review. I also think the girls are lovely and i think their shyness at times can come across the wrong way. Tim- you have obviously missed their roast beef sandwiches, far outstrips the humble bacon sarnie :)
Posted by: Jane Carrington | May 10, 2011 at 02:31 PM
You lucky bastard. Hope it's still open next time I'm in town. Go and buy ten bacon sarnies every day to make sure.
Paula, I'm sure they weren't being rude, I bet they were challenging you to make them like you. Much better than being all fake super-friendly at the start - after that, things can only go downhill. This way, you can go back and slowly build up a rapport.
Posted by: Stay-At-Home Indie-Pop | May 18, 2011 at 12:34 AM
Tim, I've walked past there a few times without ever venturing in - thanks for the tip! Will give feedback on rudeness scale.
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