The H Cafe is a small place, sitting right on a busy, noisy street. It’s a main thoroughfare between one part of the city and the other, and the sound of cars, trucks, ambulances and motorcycles is constant. There is also a cake store on the corner next to the H, that doubles as a plain bakery and cafe. It could be said, by some people, that the H Cafe is not in a prime location.
But it’s never empty. The waiting-staff don’t wear uniforms. Not even t-shirts with the H’s cat logo. The only way you’d know who your waiter or waitress was, would be because they came to you. And they do. They’re kind, sweet, funny and patient. They don’t get mad if you order a coffee and nothing else. They don’t bug you when it takes you a long time to order. Best of all, they don’t seem like they’re suffering, and that’s a good thing to see. They look, rather, like they happen to be asking people what they’d like to eat. When they aren’t needed, they stand around the register and talk to each other, laughing charmingly, but always with an eye out. If a hand pops up or a head turns their way, they’ll be there in a flash, still grinning.
How, you might ask, does it manage to have clients at all hours on such a busy and noisy street? The H has cleverly made up for its location by simply refusing to admit to it. The outdoor seating area is raised on a wooden platform, and is bordered on three side by greenery. The lamps that sit on the platform, entwined in the bushes, look like they were taken straight out of London in the 1920s. They’re picturesque, yet simple. The tables are wooden and often wobbly, but the chairs are comfy enough and you’re never in the sun or rain. During the summer, plain white fabric umbrellas rear their heads and give a pleasant tent-like quality to the place, while in winter the area is surrounded by glass and feels like a cozy, warm fish-tank.
The menu is small but with wide variety, the coffee is superb and the atmosphere lovely. It’s the only place in which I’m ever recognized and acknowledged as a regular customer. The H Cafe is a diamond in the rough.
13 thoughts on “The H Cafe”
Love this! You’re so good at describing things! The café sounds like a really cool place, and I can completely picture it and the staff in my mind.
Thanks, Erin ^_^.
I would love to sit there for hours, reading, talking, watching everyone else. I felt like was there. Very nice sketch of a very nice place.
Exactly – I love people-watching there. It’s one of those comfortable places.
It does seem like a very pleasant place. I have a neighborhood Italian bar/restaurant that I go to that’s like that.
Isn’t it such a great thing to have a place like this?
It sounds perfect to me. Wish I could sit a spell there.
Wish you could, too – no chance you’re visiting Israel any time soon, is there? 😛
Not anytime soon, but I’d love to!!!
D’aw. Sounds like The Java Hut for me. I miss open mic nights, free wi-fi, and the random strangers that treat you like family. Lol. So sad it closed.
Well done on the post, though. Very well-written. =]
Open mic sounds awesome – I wish we had it here!
I want to go to the H Cafe, like, right now! Great job, Em-face!
Oh, what a gem. I love places like this. Little local restaurants with good food but, more importantly, good service. Where you feel welcome, you can have a friendly chat with the server, and are generally just comfortable. Lovely.