Coffee Shop Log #2
The second edition brings you…The Belfry Café, or, as their sign proclaims, “the belfry café.” I know, I ignored my rule of bypassing any store that demonstrates a lack of punctuation or spelling, but I made an exception. I decided to get over myself and have a life, plus they had tables in the sun (but I will NEVER use the misguided “Kampus Kopy” in the Students’ Union).
This particular coffee shop, I now know, is a seat-yourself restaurant. You sit, you get situated, and the server pounces on you to see what she can get you. Or you can be like me and order at the counter when you walk in, and have them tell you to take a seat first. I’m so glad that France was first in the order of travels so that I’m used to being a fool at this point. At least now I’m a fool with a vocabulary and grasp of grammar beyond that of kindergartners. Although, at times, there’s still a language barrier. I asked for a scone, and the woman asked if I wanted “plen, frit, or chehreh” in rapid-fire. I had to ask her to repeat twice before I understood. I told her I wanted “froot.”
I chose a seat by the window and wrote and read while I sipped my coffee and ate the scone. I’m liking this place; anyplace that puts up with my American antics deserves a repeat, I think. Plus, the table was in the sun, and that never hurts. Once again, I paid at the register when I was ready to leave. I’m still getting used to that.
Plus…right next door to “the belfry café” is “the belfry deli,” which sells gourmet cheeses and bread and jams…and coffee. When I’m out of coffee, I’m going there to get the perfect grind for my new best bud. View image
We spend a lot of time together. See, I’m making friends here…
Picture courtesy of www.bodum.co.uk