I went to this establishment on Nelson street last Saturday called Nelson's cafe. How did we end up there? Well, after walking through some of the less than savoury neighbourhoods of Vancouver, a group of friends and I ended up in Gastown, allegedly heading for an establishment called the Shine. That was however, not to be. The names were not on the guest list and the night was a cold one.
So, off we headed back to Granville Street, looking for a suitable place with a not so long line-up. We saw some spectacular lines at the Caprice , presumably waiting to see the "Rock", saw some sort of line-up outside the Commodore (looked like a Reggae concert) and so on. No luck getting into any place around 11pm on a Saturday night. So, we went to the pizza place next to Stone Temple and then decided to go to Nelson's cafe. Nelson's cafe is this little place on Nelson Street between Granville and Seymour. It is a rather small and comfy place. They have Guiness on tap which is fairly rare in Vancouver. They also had a lady checking ID outside.
I got myself a cup of coffee. Allow me to digress about coffee and bars for a moment. If I could, I would go to bars where they served coffee. I am not saying I want a Starbucks in every bar I go to, but any place with a good cup of coffee is a god-send to those of us who don't like drinking coke all night long. Besides, if you have drunk patrons who are likely going to drive, maybe they can have a cup of coffee and get a bit more alert. Of course, having caffeine and alcohol mix may not be such a good thing, but for those willing to take the risk, good luck to them.
Anyway, so I ordered the coffee from the waitress (whom we shall go into further detail shortly) and it took a while to show up. The fellow who was supposed to make my coffee moonlights as a singer on the stage with the chap who sings and plays the guitar over the weekends. If you go there, buy that fellow (the guitar playing one, not the missing Chef) a Jagermeister; that keeps him occupied. I think he is a decent singer, but music is such a subjective thing that I suggest you subject yourself to the pleasures/tortures of his singing.
So, onto the main topic of this hurried post, the waitress. I cannot recall what colour her hair was, or what her face looked like. That is unfortunate. I do recall her clothing or rather, the lack of it. This dear barwench was not wearing much on her upper-half. Her rather ample breasts were largely uncovered and in your face as you ordered. I was there with 3 gents and a lady. Everyone, including the rather charming lady had a good peek at this waitress' generously sized breasts. They were on display for all to see. You find it inappropriate at first, but when it is so in-your-face and she isn't in the least bit bothered by the rest of us staring, you start to wonder.
Did she dress the way she did for a reason? Probably. I am sure enough people who see her will come back. I will go back. I have told 10 or so people already of her. That is a good business tactic. But does she not feel so used? I mean, I have no such assets to share with the world, but I wouldn't like parading around at my workplace no less, half-clothed. Add to that, inebriated men looking at you inappropriately and you have a rather creepy situation. She seemed to make it through the night unabashed though. She was the picture of efficiency and professional courtesy; she was not overly friendly but she was fair and organised.
There was a bigger group of people sitting next to the bar and one of the women there whipped out her fancy new camera and decided to help the guys with her out; she took a picture of the woman's upper-half. Needless to say, the men were happy. They zoomed into the relevant portions of the picture and had many comments which I could not hear. Of course, by now the Chef had gone AWOL again; he was singing some rock/pop type music with the other fellow.
Of course, one of my companions happened to have a camera. She decided to take a picture of the "assets". I was a little surprised at her motivation for it; I mean, amongst a group of men, you would think the woman would stand up for another one in a less than ideal plight, but this lady took a picture of the waitress. And promised to send it to the rest of us via email. I love technology. Perhaps she has a point; if you dress the way that waitress did, you expect such things. Anyway, if I ever receive that picture, I shall make an effort to put it up here.
Update:
Here's the pic:
So, off we headed back to Granville Street, looking for a suitable place with a not so long line-up. We saw some spectacular lines at the Caprice , presumably waiting to see the "Rock", saw some sort of line-up outside the Commodore (looked like a Reggae concert) and so on. No luck getting into any place around 11pm on a Saturday night. So, we went to the pizza place next to Stone Temple and then decided to go to Nelson's cafe. Nelson's cafe is this little place on Nelson Street between Granville and Seymour. It is a rather small and comfy place. They have Guiness on tap which is fairly rare in Vancouver. They also had a lady checking ID outside.
I got myself a cup of coffee. Allow me to digress about coffee and bars for a moment. If I could, I would go to bars where they served coffee. I am not saying I want a Starbucks in every bar I go to, but any place with a good cup of coffee is a god-send to those of us who don't like drinking coke all night long. Besides, if you have drunk patrons who are likely going to drive, maybe they can have a cup of coffee and get a bit more alert. Of course, having caffeine and alcohol mix may not be such a good thing, but for those willing to take the risk, good luck to them.
Anyway, so I ordered the coffee from the waitress (whom we shall go into further detail shortly) and it took a while to show up. The fellow who was supposed to make my coffee moonlights as a singer on the stage with the chap who sings and plays the guitar over the weekends. If you go there, buy that fellow (the guitar playing one, not the missing Chef) a Jagermeister; that keeps him occupied. I think he is a decent singer, but music is such a subjective thing that I suggest you subject yourself to the pleasures/tortures of his singing.
So, onto the main topic of this hurried post, the waitress. I cannot recall what colour her hair was, or what her face looked like. That is unfortunate. I do recall her clothing or rather, the lack of it. This dear barwench was not wearing much on her upper-half. Her rather ample breasts were largely uncovered and in your face as you ordered. I was there with 3 gents and a lady. Everyone, including the rather charming lady had a good peek at this waitress' generously sized breasts. They were on display for all to see. You find it inappropriate at first, but when it is so in-your-face and she isn't in the least bit bothered by the rest of us staring, you start to wonder.
Did she dress the way she did for a reason? Probably. I am sure enough people who see her will come back. I will go back. I have told 10 or so people already of her. That is a good business tactic. But does she not feel so used? I mean, I have no such assets to share with the world, but I wouldn't like parading around at my workplace no less, half-clothed. Add to that, inebriated men looking at you inappropriately and you have a rather creepy situation. She seemed to make it through the night unabashed though. She was the picture of efficiency and professional courtesy; she was not overly friendly but she was fair and organised.
There was a bigger group of people sitting next to the bar and one of the women there whipped out her fancy new camera and decided to help the guys with her out; she took a picture of the woman's upper-half. Needless to say, the men were happy. They zoomed into the relevant portions of the picture and had many comments which I could not hear. Of course, by now the Chef had gone AWOL again; he was singing some rock/pop type music with the other fellow.
Of course, one of my companions happened to have a camera. She decided to take a picture of the "assets". I was a little surprised at her motivation for it; I mean, amongst a group of men, you would think the woman would stand up for another one in a less than ideal plight, but this lady took a picture of the waitress. And promised to send it to the rest of us via email. I love technology. Perhaps she has a point; if you dress the way that waitress did, you expect such things. Anyway, if I ever receive that picture, I shall make an effort to put it up here.
Update:
Here's the pic:
Comments
In most countries, bartenders and foodservers/cocktail servers are criminally under-paid, and rely upon the generous tips of their customers for their very survival. If you find a place with a server/bartender you like, and he/she provides you good service, I would encourage you to return there whenever you can.
On the other hand, if she is just a bag of flesh, and does not provide good service, Iwould suggest taking your business elsewhere. She is relying on her looks, and not her professional skills, to get her by...
Chris