025: brampton's

025: brampton's, originally uploaded by light paintbrush.

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a sudden, windy downpour had us briskly walking towards the nearest eating place from Cass Art London in kensington high street. the big sign that said CAFE OPEN was our guide.

the cafe was small, and warm. cozy. the menu was written in chalk on a blackboard, meticulously neat: with the prices written a distance from its dish, keeping in line, albeit the line gradiented slightly upwards. the writing reminded me of school - when little short-nailed hands pressed hard on a ruler, resting on which was the pointed lead of a pencil writing letters.

i had a full english breakfast for lunch, because breakfast food is awesome like that, and a cup of mocha. there were five of us and only one of this man, and he patiently prepared each dish. he was in no rush, but he did not appear lazy. all our food came within fifteen minutes, and it was definitely worth the wait.

there were two men having coffee or tea when we arrived, but by the time we were finished with our food the cafe was empty. "we loved your food," my mom said, and this man received the compliment lovingly, saying that it is very much appreciated because everything is homemade. he speaks with a beautiful english accent that doesn't go too fast or isn't too accented, so it was really easy to understand.

by the cash register were pamphlets for a variety of tourist and music lover go-to's. on the walls were framed fineliner illustrations of skylines and city streets. i couldn't recognize them, but there was a bridge that looked like the golden gate in san francisco. he didn't mind me in front of him taking this (and a few more) photos. on sundays he closes his cafe at 3pm, to spend some time with his kids.

on the way out i smiled at him and said goodbye. "you take lots of pictures out there, yeah," he said, like a local tells a tourist to enjoy his hometown.