It was a rare and amazing morning. The kind that is so precious largely because it is so scarce. The kids are currently in an art camp, at the Kelowna Art Gallery and I have every morning this week .Entirely. To. My. Self.
There are so many things I could be doing. Should be doing. Productive things. Useful things. I, however, chose to while away the time – or two hours of it – at a recent discovery: the Pulp Fiction Coffee House, on the corner of Pandosy and Lawrence, downtown in Kelowna.
It was divine.
The business is divided roughly into two – coffee shop and book store – although the borders are delightfully blurred. The main part of the coffee shop has a sort of 1950s vibe going on, with music by the likes of Elvis, Buddy Holly and Bill Haley and His Comets on the turntable, and pin-up-style posters framed on the walls.
I made myself at home in this little book nook. If I could, I would transport it into my home and only emerge to use the bathroom or look for sustenance.
The name of the book shop within the coffee house is Robbie Rare Books.
This is Robbie. Seriously. And I don’t know when I’ve met a more genteel, not to mention handsome, pooch.
I am enamoured of nooks, crannies and hidey-holes – especially when they boast wall-to-wall books. This spindle chair is just calling out to be sat in.
There are all kinds of little rooms to snoop through, with all manner of knick-knacks and bric-a-brac, and such tantelizing arrangements of books. Many – maybe even most – appear to be collector’s editions. Beautiful covers. Excellent shape.
I didn’t actually walk away with any books… this time.
Of course, there’s always tomorrow!