The paintings on the walls would be hung with vibrant nature-images of our farmers, butchers, fishermen and suppliers all in their work environment.
The tables would be scrubbed butcher blocks with vases of fresh flowers or herbs, the chairs would hug your asses like it was contoured just for you, and your backs will be made happy too.
The kitchen would be organized, inviting, and the guests could see right in where the cook, clean, fresh-faced and healthy, will be creating foods for happy tummies.
Aren’t you tired of choking on salad stems, tired of eating one thin flat leaf at a time, aren’t you just done with having to contort your lips to get a bite in?
Well, in this café you will get salads that are manageable, folded into layers for eating with your hands. Or cut into tiny bits, with sticky dressings to hold them in little forkfuls.
Gourmet comfort food will save the day, from slow simmered whole chicken soups in clear broths with minced ginger and turmeric somewhere in there, to fragrant mini potpies filled with red wine beef stew and vegetable-patch goodies, and covered in a flaky homemade pastry.
Every dish would be made to share.
No two dishes would ever use the same sauces or toppings or dressings and every side would be a celebration on its own.
The team would make eye contact, chat, and actually listen to you if you need to speak and if they were busy they would say, “I am enjoying this conversation, but I gotta go take care of so and so.”
Eating here would be rejuvenating for the mind-body-spirit, therapeutic for the tummy and soul, and anyone with food-curiosity for food-purity would be indulged.
Here in my little make-believe café every cheque would come with a tiny cupcake, just because every one deserves a little suga.
People will always be the first priority.
Planet will always be treated for what it is, our safety net.
Profit will follow along, as it will.
Keep on seeking happy trails, take care of yourself and your tummies.