
I’m a sucker for exposed brick
walls. I swear I spent about twenty minutes gushing about the brick walls and
the paintings hanging from them. My friend was most likely planning her exit
during my impromptu lecture on why I love brick walls. Chalkboard paint added
an earthy feel. It was their very own handwriting lining the walls. The
handwriting was of course perfect, since the café as a whole is just that,
perfect.
All the
employees, on the day that I visited, were Plain Mennonite causing me to feel a
bit sinful for wearing pants but I’ll repent later. Yes, it has the coffee
drinks that everyone so desires, but it also has a full menu of food
selections. I personally chose a Santa Fe Chicken Salad. To. Die. For. After
consuming that salad the thought did cross my mind of attempting to work there.
That salad was so good I would easily and happily start wearing a long jean
skirt and head covering. I am from Lancaster afterall, and have more than my
fair share of Mennonite blood running through my veins.
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My beautiful friend Erin |
My best
friend, Erin, and I sat towards the front of the café where floor to ceiling
windows allow for the perfect people watching. A construction worker, a mom
with a Duggar Family amount of children, the scenery outside is quite eclectic
but inside the mix of people seem to be business waiting to get take out, mom’s
meeting up for a get-me-out-of-the-house kind of lunch, and people like my
friend and I who had a we-see-each-other-everyday-but-we-act-like-its-been-years
kind of lunch.
If you
have a chance and want to be embraced by the true definition of cuteness and their amazing mission statement, then
head on down to Orange Street for a bite to eat at Café One Eight.