We went in a mild and dry day. Not cold, no snow or rain. Surprisingly the cafe was as hot as an convention oven! The floor was wet and slippery. I though someone had moped it but they usually put a safety sign around. Nothing could be seen. So I figured out that water had spilled from a jar that was there for customers!!
Who the hell serves cold water in a plastic Wal-Mart/Dollar Store jar anymore? Am I living in Mogadishu or Karachi? Then they had this display with a few different types of pastries with totally unreasonable prices. A very thin slice of a regular cake for over $4! Are you kidding me!? The idiots could not even provide a nice price tag. It was written on a dirty piece of yellowish paper with a grade 3 kid handwriting!
The stupidity did not end here. Two people came to us to get our orders and each asked different questions and at the same time the same ones! For a moment I felt like I am in one of those sessions where there are up to four people interviewing you and each asking a different question!
At the other side there were three young eastern-European fellas sitting talking very loudly in their native language and presumably enjoying themselves after years of depression under a false(!) Communist regime. The coffee was a total disaster and the table rating as a result of a bad leg! I felt like I was on a boat on a stormy day! It did not take more than 10 minutes that I hated there. Then this very tall guy came in with his Cowboy boots. He ordered something and started marching around the room! You could feel that the entire room was shaking!
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