I immediately began chirping with enthusiasm at the English garden style entrance flower beds, the Tokienesque woody decor, the attention to detail, and the warm welcoming ambience. The food was divine...
. T The owner bakes the pumpkinseed rolls with dough imported from Germany. A joy to behold, a joy to eat. The basil dressing mozarella tomato croissant sandwich I had flooded me with the best memories of Europe, although perhaps the food there never was as good as this. This lady knows how to delight and nurture. The coffee...mmmm...aromatic, purrfect, a work of art, presented in beautiful mugs with brown and white sugar and cream, delicious, and the icecream...heavenly. Needless to say I am going there again soon.
Claire sat patiently under the table, intermittently lapping her bowl of water, and barked once at the delivery man bringing in a parcel, but the cafe mama was very understanding and put us at ease, saying that all the visitng dogs, big and small, barked at deliveries. Join me there for a ladies lunch, readers, friends and followers!
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