Funny old place. I've lived here over a year and only just found it. You'd really have to know it’s here. That's its blessing and it's curse. The setting is kind of idyllic. Tucked up at one end of a sunken garden just over the road from the main shopping centre, a stone's throw from Andel tube station beside the church; it's convenient to get to, but hidden away, and quiet.
Looking the length of the park which, again, because it's not frequented a great deal, is lush and green completely unlike it's impoverished next door neighbour by the supermarket library thing. You'd think it would be perfect, but somehow it just isn't. Which is a real shame, as it's right on my doorstep.
Ok, part of it was the truly awful music. The inside's nice - quite small, but well appointed. But I could only squeeze this quick shot off before I had to leave, because the music was so terrible and the air conditioning was non-existent. The seats ouside are fine. Relatively new and the tables aren't bad. You know; not bad. Could try harder.
There's a long path up the side of the lawn with benches, and this is clearly where the winos are. Oh god, a bloke ewith a djembe has just walked in. But look around at the faces.... are they all drunk or alcoholic...? The most preposterous peroxide blonde who looks to be pushing sixty, but probably not much more than my age. Leopard skin lycra top. Brushed forward. Fag and friend. Imagine the worst it could be (you'll have to imagine - I'm not cruel enough to take a picture). And yet… some office workers from around, blue collar, so it feels like a known meeting place for gossip. A funny old clientele, then.
The coffee? It's slightly thin and bitter. They haven't got medovnik, got something else instead, but it tastes really processed. Not quite railway fare, but only a step above. The café as a whole is really not bad, and it certainly seems to have its fans, but I feel slightly irked because with just a little more effort I feel it could be really good. The parasols - big ones provided by Coca Cola. So they've paid for the furniture, probably; hopefully at least the parasols. They bear oldey worldey scenes of cafes of yesteryear in sepiatone, with 'Drink Coca Cola', 'Ice cold Coca Cola sold here' emblazoned in red across them. They look bloody awful. They'd actually have looked better without the sepia scenes. Why does it bug me so much? Because they are flying in the face of the genuine history of this place, taking away, not adding. You know, with just a little thought....
They serve ice cream here, and it actually looks quite good. But none of their enthusiastic regulars is eating one, despite the summer sunshine. Oh, bollocks the djembe player's started. I'm off. This place seems like a summer café because of the park, but you know, I reckon it would be better in the winter, warm indoors in that little space..... Just me and Peroxide Pavla and the music from hell.
These are the squat, the deadlift and the bench press. They build strength, condition and bulk and should always be included in one form or another.
Posted by: hgh for sale | 08/25/2011 at 03:18 PM