I’ve had a dream. My whole life, well as long as I can remember, I have wanted my own cafe, restaurant, and deli.
Someplace that brings people together to share delicious food, great conversation. A place where memories are made. A place that someone knows they can find a great meal, snack or just the perfect cup of coffee or tea.
A war smile when they are feeling down. Someplace that is buzzing with happiness. But
quiet enough where you can still sit and read your book or do your work on a laptop. A cafe you feel comfortable sitting with strangers at the community table.
Where you walk through the door and the person behind the counter is making your drink. Ok so that is about the feeling of my cafe.
The food; Ooh the food. That is the real clincher. It will be a place where there is something for everyone. Made from scratch, using healthy fresh ingredients. It will be delicious and nutritious. The kind of food you think about the next day. I want to become the place you come to most often.
It may seem I missed out a word in the earlier sentence
it may seem like I missed it.
But I have not. As long as I can remember this cafe has lived inside of me. It is like waiting a Childs birth. All-encompassing.