Welcome to where the seeds of dreams are planted--where one can sip from the charmed chalice of life & meet interesting folk through (hopefully) intelligent conversation.

One never knows nor can expect who will sail into the fray--what we do know is that no soul here is perfect no matter how we try. So let us celebrate & raise our mugs to the idiosyncratic nature of life--to the Kramer's & Norm's of the world, the Roseanne's & Allan Poe's. Some old, some lost, some tortured, some blessed, all souls sharing a drink at the same time in the same place. The ensuing tales are authentic with names trending towards monikers. The flag waving on our doorstep means we're open, so come perk your curiosity in Le Harbor Bungalow Cafe.

Bonjour! Mesherfin! Hasta la vista! Your barista.

Monday, February 16, 2015

Has the Barista Been Kidnapped?

Of course not. It's more likely he was taken in by a family of bears and traipsing up and down the Appalachian Mountains. But that's not quite true either.

Well where the frappe is he? A rabid cafe drinker might ask.

Yet again, our barista has his head in the clouds. More specifically, a sound cloud.