Tuesday afternoon at Andy’s

I walked in the door to Andy’s café this afternoon and it seemed like a second home-coming.

It’s a fine thing in this world of constant change, where the newest, most socially desirable  of cafes often  have queues of people waiting to get inside the door, to stroll up the street, walk in the door and be able to sit down, confident  all your food and beverage expectations will be met without fuss or attitude.

At  Andy’s it also means being greeted within a few seconds of walking in; this attention to customers, old and new, has its downside; if you were considering nipping in the door to run off with today’s Epicure lift-out, a free drink from the cold cabinet or some other small, easily concealed item, you would be making a big mistake.  Andy would be right onto any sneaky behaviour.

Today was a late lunch day for me and as my appetite is nowhere near back to normal, I am not yet back to eating everything in sight.  I ask Andy to split the serve and  eat half at the café and take the rest home for a meal tomorrow.

All is well with my new life today.