Graham Snow
In reply to Graham Snow (msg # 8):
The door chimes with a friendly Ding! and then a rather clunky DOOOONG
The inside of the shop feels like some one took out the wall between their living room and garage, poured concrete over the floor, and then stuck in refrigiration cases and cheap metal shelving. It looks like that because...well. That's what it is.
Along one wall is an old bar. The bar is set up with fairly newish looking coffee machines, a fountain drink machine, and several hot trays where greasy, old looking sausages turn slowly on heated metal rollers.
Thankfully, it's one of those coffee machines where the beans are ground by the cup. They have quite a selection of beans too. Columbian. Dark. Blacker than Dark. Robust. And about seven others.
Across the store/living room from the bar is a counter with the cash register. An older man, probably in his fifties, is seated behind the register, reading a Diver magazine. He glances up at you as you come in, then goes back to his magazine.
There's a plethora of goods on the shelves. Goethe's Cow Tails in all flavors. Mexican pastries. Hot 'n Sweaty Chickpea snacks. The list goes on.