Escaping office and finding a table with coffee is becoming a jam — my thing. Today, I found a cafe in the vicinity with a rather unusual name — Strangers Reunion. At first it sounded little political (propaganda driven?) but thinking about it made it sound friendlier in extrovert-verse.
Cafe in the day, club, bar — whatever that’s the opposite of cafe — in the night, placed among jumble of houses… how they have not yet been all destroyed by conflagration is a mystery.
I came here for coffee but stayed for music. Love how all cafes share an incredibly similar sounding (feeling) music tracks — not exactly jazz but along the similar lines. Incredible cappuccino — superb cappuccino. Truly, top-ten-in-life-cappuccino (believe me, I was suspicious too).