Originally posted September 4, 2012
"Would you like that heated?"
I winced inside. The death call for a croissant. I knew then
it would not be fresh.
Waldo's is literally a house. A house that was converted into a coffee,
uh, house. It's located right on Heights Blvd on the east side of the esplanade
(or maybe it's just a wide medium) where joggers and dog-walkers like to run up
The place was, well, homey. Tranquil. I was relaxed....until a
worker started hammering a sign on the door post of an adjoining room.
"This area closed" for who knows what reason. But I supposed,
hammering doesn't always occur.
The floor looks to have been kept in its original worn condition. More
patina, I guess.
There is a certain polish missing in the place. I'm looking at a torch
lamp that is leaning to the left. There are stacks of leaflets over by
the restrooms. The choice of artwork needs more work, needs a more
Outside, the neighbor has a pickup truck with one wheel missing. But that
may be temporary.