snow coffee

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It is a qui­et morn­ing even though so many peo­ple are on the street.
Snow seems to qui­et things even as it falls light­ly on a spring day. The flakes are more like clumps some­times falling in a direct line to the pave­ment and the peo­ple walk­ing past my view wear every­thing from watch caps and anoraks and fleece jack­ets to car­ry­ing bright­ly col­ored umbrel­las. The snow has it’s many iter­a­tions, swirling with the wind in con­fused direc­tion and then that angle that lands the flakes on your eye­lids no mat­ter what you do.

There are birds tweet­ing, con­fused in this crazy March that promis­es to bring spring.

Still the sounds are muf­fled by the wet snow and we can embrace the rhythm of it’s falling. Qui­et­ly sip­ping cof­fee from behind the steamed panes.

The Victoria Freehouse in Old City

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We decid­ed to try the newest rea­son­ably priced spot in Old City for lunch this week.

You can find the entrance eas­i­ly on Front Street by the Union Jack hang­ing at the entrance. When you step inside the free­house or the vic­to­ria which ever it ends up get­ting nick­named, is all Old City. Exposed brick walls and wood­en pew ban­kettes and thank­ful­ly only one flatscreen tv behind the bar. (I still don’t under­stand the need.) The music — british invasion.

The theme isn’t over the top thank good­ness. A lit­tle loveseat for wait­ing at the door and a mod­ern take on vin­tage light­ing. It is a bit dark unless you sit by the door.

We shared the Welsh Rarebit which was espe­cial­ly tasty with the hot mus­tard, a burg­er and chips and a pot of tea. 

Love­ly ser­vice and good food. The chips were per­fect. No room for lunch we’ll have to do that anoth­er time.

Hap­py to have anoth­er eatery in Old City that isn’t just about beer and get­ting drunk.