I thought I'd ended up in a completely suburban area of town. I saw cookie cutter construction sites, building the perfect small family or rich singletons' homes. There were no cafes, no life, just a friendly fenced-in, official looking building that somehow reminded me of a prison. It turns out I just went in the wrong direction. I think that maps are unnecessary and that I will find the place sooner or later. As long as I sort of remember where to go...
I remembered where to go, but this has just been the latest in a series of incidents where I get people lost. As the navigator, because these macho men refuse to let me drive, idiots, I have to manage where to go. I also unfortunately have a lovely character trait. I get so involved with the conversation, the scenery, that I forget to tell them where to go.
I did find this cafe. It attracted me from Toronto, I liked the name, Die Provinz. But in no way does this place resemble the name. True, the armchairs are old-fashioned and mismatched, but they aren't shabby and the place boasts wireless internet. Brilliant. And it's a block away from my place. From my vantage spot, the food looks good. The beer was good, and the people are hip, but not too much so.
I'm definitely coming back to Die Provinz - perhaps even on Sat nite for the Film club night.
