Connect with us

Opinion

Ode to Oldhand

Published

on

I’ve always loved coffee shops the smell of freshly ground coffee and baked scones, the constant background noise, the people watching. If I could, I’d spend all my free time hanging out in coffee shops, typing away on my laptop, or reading some Gothic novel I found at Hemingway’s. I think what I like most about coffee shops, though, is the fact that you could go anywhere in the world, and find a similar place to sit back, enjoy a coffee, and watch strangers pass by. Even in a strange city, coffee shops are a haven for the homesick.

At my favourite Abbotsford haunt, Oldhand, everyone is friendly, and takes a genuine interest in how you’re doing. The food is great, the espresso is phenomenal, and even though it’s often crowded, I can usually snag a corner table by the window, where I can hide for a few hours and get some work done. You get a good feeling when you’re supporting local businesses run by cool people, and one day, I’d love to open a small coffee shop of my own. But, if you come in to Oldhand before me, and don’t leave me any doughnuts, I will fight you.

Continue Reading
Advertisement
Click to comment

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *