Of old cups and hats and tea and a gloves and mirrors and sneaking suspicions that SOMETHING IS UP...
This cafe slightly resembles my home, in that it's full of tea and old things. It became a refuge during a few days gigging in Cork recently. My friend brought me straight there on arrival to Cork because I must like it as it is "full of junk".
I must confess I went there four times. I had excellent chocolate brownies, and ciabatta sandwiches but really I went there to stare at the exquisite ceiling and delicious selection of antiques.
Apart from the high ceilings, and good selection of cake, half the cafe is a vintage shop, crammed full of clothes and teasets and mirrors and old lace and old hairbrushes. I have the disturbing impression along with the subsequent synchronous events that this place may only exist in my mind. Perhaps it's really just a greasy spoon and my poor tired overstimulated musically drained brain conjured it up to make me feel better.
Ah yes, the synchronicities. The first time I was there, deep into a music gossip session, a member of a band from Dublin we were just discussing walked by the window.
The second time I walked in they were playing Suzanne by Leonard Cohen. Perhaps this review only applies to me.
My only beef, literally, is that they tried to give me meat in my sandwich when I requested none, well no, I lie, it was ham. But I still returned the next day to drink tea and stare at the antiques and wait for the next synchronicity...
Synchronicity = (according to dictionary.com) Coincidence of events that seem to be meaningfully related, conceived in Jungian theory as an explanatory principle on the same order as causality. read more