The Art of the Sandwich - Will we ever get there?

WELCOME! in large letters, greets us as we enter!

A ceiling fan spins lazily on an April afternoon. Outdoor chairs sit in quartets at small tables inside the cafe. Men drop in for coffee "TO GO" while two women cyclists enjoy bowls of homemade soup.

My order of potato bacon soup and a toasted BLT on homemade bread are very tasty. The owner explains that she transitioned to this homey little place at the beginning of March and she "plans to stay until the end of her days".

Dirt bikers fuel up with bags of chips and cans of pop before roaring up a vertical hill of silt & rock. Fortunately I didn't notice the huge cobweb hanging along a ceiling beam above us until I finished my lunch!                ...L.

A sign with 'Cafe Now Open' is nailed to the log fence. Beyond, a bright orange 'open' sign flashes in the window. Inside an 'all caps WELCOME' sign hangs above the entryway connecting the cafe to the little store out front.

I order a ham and cheese sandwich on homemade white bread with a bowl of borscht.We sit at a high square table with four wrought iron swiveling bar stools. Mismatched chairs and tables are put together in sets of four. A customer apologizes over his shoulder as he leaves the cafe that he didn't push his chair back in.
There is a kind of comfort in the orderliness of these modest surroundings....D.

The Art of the Sandwich - Ordering Remorse

I am struck by the overly bright colours in this place. A neon red cashier flashes 13 over the half wall that divides us from the department store. I order the sandwich special, a clubhouse on multigrain. No regrets! 

On the counter, a trio of orange coloured juices flow like fountains inside their acrylic cases. Under the force of a large white paddle, a blue slushy churns away inside its plastic chamber. Above the shiny white tiled kitchen sit two boxes glowing with violet coloured horizontal lights. I am intrigued by their purpose. Popping up in the back corner is a sunshine yellow balloon on a stick with "clearance, clearance, clearance" written on it. 

Strapped to the wall in the centre of the room is a red fire extinguisher. Mustard and ketchup sit upside down in fat clear plastic bottles. 

I am left with four toothpicks, one yellow, one blue and two hot pink.......D.

Blue Vector lamps hovered over the kitchen, threatening the lives of all winged creatures while orange and yellow slurpees bubbled nearby. Slush Puppie looked out at us from his perch above the soda pop dispensers. 

Cage Fighter offered photography tips before he shuffled off, to be replaced by a dentally challenged MONTREAL fan sporting "Got Jesus?" on his sweatshirt. A two year old was placed in the "naughty corner". A group of employees crowded around a table, devouring dishes of the specialty pie and sharing gossip.

My order of the "ultimate grilled cheezzzzz" was a poor attempt to transform a classic sandwich into gourmet fare. The side salad was sliced and diced beyond recognition. Diet pepsi in a plastic container was over-priced and watered down.

Behind us, racks of comics and crossword books were displayed for teens and seniors. Over the steady buzz of conversation, a loud voice announced  "Security camera on number five"......L.