The Record Cafe
In God we trust,
All others Pay Cash.
It’s that type of place.
I smell it out, hole in the wall, cramped with people and competency without ambition.
And hot coffee, made like a pro for pros, others that wake up early to do their job.
It’s good enough and that’s what makes it great.
There are no trends at The Record Cafe.
It serves the same purpose as the dilapidated barn, peeling red walls, the only purpose, to soothe the soul with a sense of permeance against the unstoppable march towards an unknowable destination.
The Record Cafe, for 79 years, knowable.
That’s enough. That’s good enough.