Summer has its ways and so did the one of ‘96 when an arid day of March saw the Café take shape. We added tables that served grub & saw customers settle tabs over rounds of pool & internet bills. Add to this rock bands that played covers and a few numbers of their own.
Fast forward, a few years & the only alteration is the smell of fresh fries, chilled beer and LCDs beaming live sports coverage. To this day, the beer continues to flow, rock is still religion and the doors are always open.
Did we say a few years? Well we many.