The food speaks

The orange hue spreads across the turquoise sky spotting a modern one-storied cafe. Pages of
newsletters and Kit-Kat wrappers are flying around in typhoon-like motions scraping against a
banner, which is crucified against a brick- wall using four large black nails, expanding and
compresses like a heart, displaying ‘OPEN.’ There is a gargantuan signboard with a riot of
spectacular colors. It has a vivid warm shade with a sprinkle of fluorescent. The board has a
cinnamon glow on the corners with sparkles of caffeine coffee cup emojis. The facade holds the
fingerprints of millions of people and a shiny crimson with a glow of claret and fuchsia pink
bears the name of the cafe “The food speaks.” The cafe is rainbow-hued and has that shiny look
with jazz pours out of the open doors along with the aroma of fresh-baked lasagna.

When one steps foot in the cafe, its violet hues bring a sweetness to the day, coaxing an inner
smile that warms from within. The grey silver surrounds the floor with a green sun umbrella on
each table. The walls are made up of bricks with colorful drawings and graffiti drawn on them.
The cafe surrounds by boat mooring and bright yellow taxis nipping back and forth. The tiny
café huddled cheerfulness among the huge city buildings. Washed out under the overcast sky, it
hunches in itself, fighting against the drizzle. The table is warm to the touch, its caramel
honeyed tone flowing as lacy waves upon a summer beach. It’s old-fashioned and mahogany,
Each leg is dark bamboo, narrowing and widening at the joints. Yet on the top of this simple
piece is a carving of grapevines. Some shades are like pinewood made wet by rain, others are
bright like rosewood or dark like deepest oak. The window stands as a portal of light from which
to see the world. A rustic tiled wood floor, kissed by the newest of daylight rays, is a thing of
beauty. There are small vases of yellow carnation flowers on each table. The daily specials on a
chalkboard at the entrance enlightened people at the café. The cafe gives out a raw look mixed
with divine blueprints and ware pottery making us feel opulent. The playing of the waves is
heard with beige sands and whispering of the flower pots. The cafeteria is a cacophony of loud
chatters and gossips traded like poker chips.

The barista is preparing and serving hot and cold drinks such as coffee, tea, artisan, She beats
the clock by delivering the customer’s order in a nick of time. She’s alert and has a good sense of
humor; she shows genuine happiness to serve customers. The barista is well mannered and
maintains good eye contact with the customers. She always grins like a Cheshire cat and makes
people roll with laughter. She makes the beverages spick and span. She’s talking to the tables,
serving people, and welcomes the customer with a chuckle. She stays gleeful and cheerful
throughout the day and is the apple of the eye of children. I see her packaging sandwiches, coffee
blends, muffins and ensure that people are comfortable and satisfied. I see the barista wearing a
hair restraint along with fingernails. She’s wearing a slight of jewelry including diamond rings
and bronze bracelets. She’s wearing a baggy black dress with an ostentatiously clean apron on it.
It looks like a clothes’ horse and has a tattered pocket yet looking flamboyant. The waiter fills
the glasses with fresh water; he’s wearing a coal-black bow and a smart suit. He has grey hair
and is flat-footed. He’s fainthearted and sandy-haired with the cafe’s logo on his shirt.
The ambiance of the crowd surrounds the cafe; it is like a royal feast full of jubilant faces having
their meals. Their voices seem low like a modern open-space office. The cafe is peaceful and the
voice of Debussy’s piano is heard. The sound of the coffee machines feels like sand but not as
soft and smooth. When you pour the coffee into a cup, it sounds like when rice is poured into a
pot on the stove. The gulping and swallowing of any liquids are heard. The pleasant music
accompanies the chuckle of laughter. The coffee, the music, and the smile of people is a
fragment of heaven. The sound of the chattering of two best friends is heard being each other’s
best doctors and medicines combined. The constant chatter of the baristas and the waiters made
them a chatterbox and their voice spread all over the cafe. People take deep breaths, sucking in
the air that carries a hint of dampness and lacks the heavy pollution of the day traffic. The coins
rattling in people’s pockets make a tingling voice. The coffee was humming like a bird. The
falling of the crockery shattered. The splashing of water and the gabbling of the flowers
impressed the people! The grinding, banging, pounding, clanking, humming, gurgling, and
whistling makes everyone wonder. The people present there’s all the salt of the earth and the
food was sold like hotcakes.

As I start walking away, I come across the kitchen and I hear the chattering of the chefs can be
from the tables and the aroma of stale food is also overpowered by the smell of bleach in the
cafe. The food arrives in a popping hot on the dot of noon. The vegetables are mush, the meat is
chewy and the puddings are dry. The stomachs rumbling are heard and the children are as
enthusiastic as slaughterhouse pigs to eat the food. My signature dishes in the cafe are Italian
cuisine. The food looks like sand on a sunny beach. The herbal food gives out a satisfying smell
and the pizza beckons with its corny aroma making people crazy. The root vegetables and
mushrooms of the cheesy pizza make me feel the earthy smell of soil. A citrusy flavor of the
orange juice and lemonade causes bubbles in my mouth. I see the chef mashing a bowl of
creamed spinach, dark green finely cut with the snowy white cream and steam coming out
making me mouth-watering. The tart is acidic and makes bubbles pop in my mouth. The
oregano has a warm pungent taste, the dough was smooth elastic, and pale spongy. The cheese is
gassy textured and nutty. The mozzarella is stringy and baked; there was a sweet candy smell of
the deserts and crispy cookies. The sugar is flaming bloody and cupful brown. The sprinkles on
the pizza are zesty and finger-licking. The whipped cream and the pasta sauce are delicious. The
briny and tangy completes the dish, the sprinkling of the juicy and the unpleasantly squashy
tomatoes and spicy capsicums adds to the dish. The pina colada is acidic with lots of lemons and
soda in it. This melted the teeth in my mouth and the pizza looked like a homespun masterpiece!
Everyone is eager and tempted to eat the delectable pizza!

I feel that when the sun rises when those first rays strike me and tell me that the day has already
become an enthusiastic scene landing me here in this cafe!