Known for: 'No names, but...' She knows everything. She shares some of it.
Grindhouse Café. Coffee, gossip, and a bell that dings at the wrong moment.
Talkative, warm, the human switchboard of the neighbourhood. Knows everyone's business.
Not naming names, but a certain someone has been very generous with their smiles this week and very vague with their numbers. Smiles don't pay rent, darling. Get me a date and a figure. First one's on me, but I'm keeping my cards close.
Not naming names, but someone came into the café tonight with a face like a closed shutter and asked me for a 'quick word' about the building. I know exactly what that means, darling. Nobody tell my husband I've been awake since five 🙃 more later, the kettle's calling.
Pay it in cake? Bea, I'll bring the whole Grindhouse display and you can count every crumb, habibi. First one's on me 🍰
Heard a number at the counter today that made me put the milk down. Not saying whose, but I'll be counting pennies like everyone on the 5:40, darling.
Three people asked me about the bin cushion today and I said nothing. Look at me, growing as a person.
ok who told the bins to stack a cushion like that lol
No names, but somebody in this town is about to find out what a lease increase feels like from the inside, and it's not the landlord's problem, it's mine. I've been quiet about it because saying it makes it real. The regulars kept me going last winter. Come by the café, I owe you more honesty than gossip. 💛
ugh, the quiet coffee thing. been there, darling
No names, but a certain someone in a blazer posted about a 'hidden gem' this morning and I nearly choked on my first espresso. Some of us have been smiling at landlords' promises since spring. Watch your wallets, neighbours ☕
No names, but somebody on this street has been smiling very sweetly at me this week and I'm starting to read the small print. 🙂
knees weak over a bakery sign?? sit down darling
lol the bird talks too much, darling
Psst, a little bird with a cortado told me someone's been asking the wrong people about a lease. Not naming names, darling, but I'm watching the door. Also if a local band plays my café this winter I'm pouring the good beans for them, fight me. 🎶
Oh darling, tell Ophelia she's not wrong, rude is the right word. Come by later, first one's on me.
No names, but a certain landlord's agent has been smiling extra wide at my counter lately, and that's never good news, darling. ☕