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Having entered another year proving even more unwieldy to pronounce than the previous one -- can we call it "Oh-One", or must we always say the full "Two Thousand One"? -- I'm but a tiny step closer to finding drinkable coffee in England. When I'm in East Kent for my morning coffee I'll buy Taylor's of Harrogate Monsoon Malabar beans which are quite fragrant and tasty. And there is now one cafe in my area where I can find a perfectly tolerable espresso.
Django's is located in the heart of Folkestone's pedestrian precinct in the same location as the now-defunct Fitzpatrick's. A victim of Musical Cafes/Pubs, Fitzpatrick's moved across the street last year and then closed, the second location quickly reopening as the Town House Pub.
But back to Django's, before I get completely off the track. It's very much the same as Fitzpatrick's was, with a similar lunch menu and atmosphere, except for the art-jazz decor. Since they were busy with lunchtime diners when I stopped in I walked up to the counter and asked if they did espresso, saying I wanted just a quick drink. The waitress said she'd be with me in a moment, presumably to take my order. Before I knew it she'd brought me a simple espresso. So I can't speak for Django's macchiatos or cappuccinos, but my single espresso was surprisingly satisfying. Not the best I've found by far, but happily decent.
And this in the heart of Folkestone! How long Django's is destined to survive is anybody's guess, but I hope the fact that I saw lots of people sitting inside is a good sign. I'd like to think I could get a drinkable espresso in the Folkestone area any time I want. This would make me a much happier person who wouldn't moan nearly so often about lousy English coffee.
I still have one burning question, though: if this is supposed to be a jazz-inspired cafe named after Django Reinhardt, one of jazz's greatest guitarists, how come the stereo was playing "Picking Up The Pieces" by Average White Band?
Speaking of burning questions -- like what to buy my friends and family for Christmas now that Christmas is over and I finally have time to think about it -- I'm reminded of an e-mail exchange from a year ago with my Bay Area friend about a great gift idea:The following is a short article I found in the July-August issue of Utne Reader by Craig Cox:
...and on the subject of the holidays -- and all the money I've been sinking into those essential holiday taxi fares -- here's another exchange from two years ago in Seattle:Recently our friend Celia was at our house and needed to go to a friend's on Bainbridge Island, so she called a taxi to take her to the ferry. As we were waiting for the taxi the phone rang; it was a guy from the taxi company asking me if they had the address wrong. They did; they'd left out the "North" in "Third Avenue North". Okay, he said, the cab would be along in five minutes.