CoffeePlanet
It all begins with an idea.
UPDATE (29.03): I headed back here to capture a higher quality panorama image for the purposes of this blog. I walked in followed by a family dressed too warmly and so scattered that you just knew they were tourists. A guy working in the cafe walked up to this group of 5 or 6, but no one spoke. After a moment, the guy—who immediately struck me as looking like young, pre-muscles Hercules from the Disney cartoon—realized that no one was saying anything on purpose. He picked it up quickly—“What country?” The group looked at him and said, “France.” “Bon jour,” not even a beat had passed and the Polish waiter began speaking to this group in fluent French with a smile and glittering ocean blue eyes. I was stunned. Absolutely impressed. Struck dumb. It was a beautiful taste of serendipity that I wasn’t at all involved in, but found myself party to as a witness. As he led them to a table—speaking French all the while—and I walked out, I felt the gape of my mouth and a rush of nonsensical pride.
CLOSED: Zielona Pietruszka
It all begins with an idea.
Update 6/2/22: Read online that it has since closed.
Zielona Pietruszka Still Life
Lulu Cafe
It all begins with an idea.
UPDATE: I got a new camera so that my panorama photos could once again be of a higher quality. This means that I decided to go back to cafes I’d already visited in order to snap a better shot that shows more details and paints a more accurate picture of the cafe space. Because I understand that it may look weird to just walk into a place, take a pano, and walk out, I would ask the baristas or staff in these instances whether they were okay with me taking a quick picture. I feel that, under these obscure circumstances, I should give this courtesy. I also think it allows the people working to turn around, duck down, or move out of frame in case they dislike being photographed.
So, I went back to LuLu to more attractively depict the cafe. However, upon asking whether capturing this image was alright, two women behind the counter shook their head, flatly denied, and told me if I wanted a picture, I could get one online. So I will, per their lack of permittance, retain the above so you get the (please excuse my language) crappiest side of LuLu’s. Now the above does more than just display the space, it displays the intolerance and sourness that the staff effortlessly tosses in. I’m just glad I have no reason to ever come here again.
