It is a truth universally acknowledged, that Miss Wednesday “doesn’t get out much”. Well, last Sunday, she did. There is a glaring lack of blog post for the Sunday past because she was up at sparrow’s fart (to use the vernacular) and off down to Looe on a mercy mission. One of her favourite people (Mrs A) owns and runs one of her favourite places (the Harbour Cafe in East Looe) and on this particular Sunday, Mrs A was shy of a waitress. Now, when the situation came to light on the preceding Friday, they’d discussed the lack and it was agreed that the very idea of both Mrs A and Miss Wednesday working in tandem in role dealing with Joe Public was very probably a nightmare waiting to happen. Or, at the very least, a jolly good hour’s entertainment on Trip Advisor the next day. Naturally, when Miss Wednesday offered her ‘services’, Mrs A immediately took her up on it and the world held its breath.
Last Sunday dawned dry but slightly overcast, which was a relief to many after the heat of the day before. Looe was beautiful and quieter than normal. Miss Wednesday showed up wearing her ninth best retro dress and was given an apron that almost fitted her. She was also wearing high heels with a platform. For waitressing? Madness? Well, no. Miss L Fire pineapple heels are one of the most comfortable designs on the planet and Miss Wednesday is lacking slightly in the height department. Without a platform, there was no way she was going to be able to reach the cupboards. As it was, she had to ask Mrs A to fetch the teapot and milk jug.
As summer Sundays go, it was a pretty quiet one, although there were plenty of holiday makers who were making return visits, which is always a sign that a cafe is doing something right. Miss Wednesday explained to people that it wasn’t her normal occupation so if they heard screaming, bad language or dropped plates, to please feign deafness. Mrs A explained that Miss Wednesday’s usual mode of communication was sarcasm and that if they detected any, to just ignore it as it wasn’t meant unkindly. Business ticked over, no plates were dropped and nobody appeared to leave in high dudgeon. Although we haven’t yet checked Trip Advisor…
It was a nice change for Miss Wednesday to work alongside Mrs A. Usually, she’s a customer at the cafe, indulging in her twin occupations of gossip and scoffing, whilst attempting to imbibe as much coffee as Mrs A will allow, knowing full well what is likely to happen when the hag is fully caffeinated. (Don’t ask. You really don’t want to know.)
From the title of this post, you’ll have guessed that Miss Wednesday is a bit of a fan of the Harbour Cafe. That may well be an understatement. It’s a constant thorn in her side that she no longer works in Looe and cannot, therefore, justify going in every day for breakfast. There’s a lot to be said for a proper, down to earth, cafe that serves proper, down to earth, freshly cooked grub and when one comes with a built in view as spectacular as this
it takes a lot of beating. And if you visit on a day when there’s been a staffing crisis and Miss Wednesday has stepped into the breach, you may well get a decent class of insult thrown in for free as well. Proper job!
The Harbour Cafe is to be found on The Quay, East Looe, PL13 1DX. Open from 8am (9am on Sundays) until 4pm ish in the summer and closing earlier in the winter when everybody hibernates. It’s right next door to the Harbourmaster’s Office and therefore doesn’t flood. Canny, huh?