A Foot in the Neighbourhood

Tuesday after work is my chosen day to spend time in my church's new neighbourhood. Deciding which establishment to make my "regular" place (so that I might, after a period of time, come to know others who frequent the restaurant) was a tricky thing. It needed to provide both food and drink and couldn't be too expensive. I think I've found the perfect "home" where hot chocolate and steamed, flavoured milk is served in large bowls for a decent price.

At 4:30, the café that at 10:00 will be crowded with a 100 guests, seemed a barren, empty room. Rock, much harder than my tastes, blared over red-enameled chairs sitting on a black and white checkered floor. Two large glass cases displayed several dozen tortes, cheesecakes, pies and other rich delicacies. I sat far enough away that, with my glasses off, the desserts were blurry blobs that hopefully wouldn't tempt me to partake. I ordered linguine with feta cheese, diced tomatoes and calamati olives. At the side was a generous hunk of garlic bread. A toddler with her doting parents, kept me entertained as she repeatedly escaped their table to come visit mine and the near-by wall of window. I think I'm going to like this place.