Caught up with my brother-in-law at the Nikau drinks tonight – small world, he’s great friends of the owner and has been for many years. Anyway, he took clients there for breakfast this morning and conversation, as it was bound to today, turned to the closing of a great cafe, a huge part of so many people’s lives. And apparently one of his clients had witnessed it first hand …
She told him that she’d been in to have lunch on and off on Sunday’s over the years and every time (yes Every. Single. Time.) she came in she noticed this couple at the bar. She noted that every week they sat at the bar in the same seats and seemed to always have the same thing. She thought to herself that they must have a very sad life, to be so habitual and to have nowhere better to be than the same bar stool with the same scone. She was almost dismissive of their existence.
He told her that he knew them – “That’s my brother and sister-in-law you’re talking about.” I’m not sure if he assured her that we don’t in fact have a sad life. Hmmmm, you never know who knows who around here! I think she was a bit embarrassed!
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I’ll tell you who really has the sad life in that story, though you can probably guess.
I love that you and The Mister had this wonderful Sunday tradition, and I’m really sorry your wonderful cafe has closed!
I know *exactly* who you mean and that was my first thought when I heard the story. Today is our first Sunday without Nikau but I just looked in the pantry and there’s no golden syrup or brown sugar so we’ll be going to get some so that we can have date scones at home today.
You must have been interesting that they noticed you. Perhaps we are talked about at
F’erman T. where we sit at the same table No.19 each Fri.nite. M.I.L
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