It’s pretty safe to say my life revolves around food. I’m one of those people who is thinking about lunch as I’ve just finished breakfast. Some nights I even get a little excited knowing the morning will bring good coffee and the delicious smell of toast in the air.
That’s normal, right?
I am also the friend who pounces on you over the dinner table to snap a shot of your food before you manage to get your cutlery sorted. I make no excuses about the fact I find food intriguing through the lens. Even a cup of coffee can get me reaching for my camera, it’s just ‘my thing’. So when I see memes poking fun at people who photograph every meal, I have a silent giggle to myself. I’m one of those people. And have no problem admitting it.
Café visits for me aren’t purely a means to a good cup of coffee, I can get that at home. I don’t frequent cafés to catch up with friends, nor do I go to cafés purely for a meal, I’d much prefer to cook. I love to visit cafés for the details. I love to see the cakes and sandwiches behind the glass in the cabinet at the front. I love to read the chalkboards with today’s specials. I love to see people mingling and chatting, and eating and drinking. I love the sounds of the coffee machine as it makes someone’s morning hit. It’s the atmosphere that gets me there, and the little details.
And mostly, I love that sitting in a café gives me an excuse to just sit and be. Like the beach, a café is the one place I can go without agenda, without time restrictions or responsibilities. When I jump in the car to go and hang out at a café, it’s done without a care in the world.