Nestled sweetly away from
As you walk in to Café Lounge, you’re greeted by a bright red and yellow mural depicting palm trees. And yet it’s not kitschy or lame. It’s just cool. This mural looks down upon heaps of comfy seats located outdoors. Heating is provided for those who adore drinking al fresco (and fuck, who doesn’t?). Indoors provides the same level of comfort sans smoking and weather fluctuations.
Surprisingly for such a cool place, the crowd tends to err towards the awesome as opposed to the pretentiously wanktastical. You won’t see many trucker caps here – just nice dudes and tigers talking about the arts, music and culture. It's like the backyard of your dreams.
I was hesitant to review the place simply because I don’t really want people to know how fantastic it is. And yet, despite my elitist apprehensions, I feel a duty to inform the readers of The Brag that Café Lounge represents a high-water mark in
(Originally published in The Brag as part of the Under The Bar column).
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