Urban Tragedies #1
When I'm not working, one of the things I really like to do is to get the morning paper, walk up to my favourite cafe in Newtown, have a coffee and some breakfast and do the Cryptic Crossword. It's the one island of stability in The Troubled Sea of Life. I can't begin to tell you how much I enjoy this great little place, which has been consistently good for three or four years.
So, anyway, today I am talking to one of the baristas, making flippant conversation as you do, when he says the words that chill the warm summer air by a good dozen degrees C:
"This is my last day. The new owners are taking over next week."
Sombre descending chord progression. Clouds pass in front of the sun.
† anaglyph 1:19 PM
13 comments:
So sorry to hear that. Should I be expecting a song about this in the future?
"I had a dream there were clouds in my coffee..."
I think Carly Simon beat me to it.
You know, I'd still like to hear what you have to say on the matter. In any case, I'm anxious to know what you think of my latest post...
Ohhhhh I hate when that happens. I used to live down the street from the best bakery in the world. The stuff was not only delicious, it was unique, and beautiful to look at. The owner sold it a few years ago to someone who swore that the same level of quality would be upheld, and that even though they might be cutting back and using ingredients that were cheaper, nobody would be able to taste the difference. I haven't been there since.
Lemme guess: Th new place will be calld Bush & Cheneys.
I realised after I posted that it was a kinda glass-half-empty scenario, but, y'know, it just always works out that way, right? I mean, when did your favourite place ever change hands and get better?
"when did your favourite place ever change hands and get better?" Doncha think the Howard Government has done wonders for Australia?
I'm sensing some kind of trans-Tasman Reality Shift there anonymous. You must be thinking of the other Australia.
Joey's got the picture.
oh no! not ... not ... not ... LJ's? by the Holy Pail, where will we eat our lamb burgers now? I lie down and weep, weep, weep for the passing of loveliness from the world. Barbarity rules, manners are not valued, punctuation rots. Are these the End Days? When The Beast rises, will she be the Anti-Moo? Will she be known by the brand "Circle Triple Triangle"? Bring us succour, Reverend, your people cry unto you ...
Not LJ's. That went down the drain at the end of last year when it got taken over too. It's been off my dance card for ages anyway.
No it's Barmuda, the one other good place in Newtown.
Not anonymous, but I, Cissy Strutt. The voice of Smenita is heard in the land, and there is a great trembling and dampening of knickers.
Nooooooooo!!! I only discovered your blog today. I only just came back from Barmuda, rejoicing over the wonder that is the potato stack. Matt looked like he was in a bit of a business meeting with someone at the next table, but I had no idea that he was selling up!!! I didn't even have one of the best desserts known to humanity : (
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