I should be at work, but I’m not. Desperately needed a mental health day, so I’m taking it. If you’re reading this and you know/are the boss, shh…
So what does Curiosity Island look like. Well, not much, really. Actually, kind of strange, decorated as it is with Asian art. I’m sitting by the door and there’s this big, floral painted urn near my chair. The top is open like a flower pot and it’s full of water and a water pump, so it’s, err, bubbling, I guess. It’s not a “real” fountain, but as I said, a big ole urn with a pump in it, the thick black plastic cord draped over the lip of the thing.
Tables are an assortment; the kind of thing you find in ethnic restaurants. Free wifi (heh), and pay-per-minute service using a couple laptops on a desk along the wall opposite me. There’s a Snapple cooler with assorted cold drinks and a long row of display cases near the back of the cafe with objects d’ art in and on them. I think they’re for sale.
Despite the fact that they’re serving organic coffee, the experience is lessened by the automatic machine that dispenses your latte at the push of a button. Hmm. Yeah, it’s a notch above the airport vending machine, but still detracts from the places cafe cachet. Probably not the place you wanna run to when you’re jonseing a nice French Press.
In keeping with the cafe couture, they have a few delicious looking cookies, chocolate dipped macaroons, sandwiches, etc. But lest you begin to salivate over decadent delights you can’t/won’t make at home, there’s the case with the Nestles candy bars, Nature Valley Granola Bars, and lunch packs of Oreos. No pretension here! Cafe cachet minus 2.