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When Hunger Strikes... STOP! Simply D'Licious, Your Neighborhood Cafe
When Hunger Strikes... STOP! Simply D'Licious, Your Neighborhood Cafe | Simply D'Licious, Your Neighborhood Cafe |
| Friday, 27 March 2009 | |
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Me, Touchin' every food chain in Metuchen! Yup! I have officially started my cafe-hopping in Metuchen on Thursday afternoon when I was too early for the 5:30pm bus schedule and a few minutes late for the 4:30pm schedule. I haven't had time to really eat the whole day at work but I survived with the pack of dried cherries that I bought from Walgreens in the morning. Munching is a good trick. It keeps you from starving and it will make your mind working the whole day (we're having a hard time setting up the SQL Server in the office. Micro$uck! Indeed, there are a lot of stuff you won't get from textbooks). Anyways, I have been a frequent visitor in the town of Metuchen (NJ) because it is where I take my train ride going to Jersey City (have to transfer to PATH then to another bus going to Kennedy Blvd.). In between the rail station and Route 27 (along Main St.), there are lots of coffee shops and restaurants waiting to be discovered (by me). I think I've already entered every convenience stores and shops with office supplies (because of Keny, my organizer/notebook) but I haven't really tried one of the many restaurants/cafes there. The drizzle on Thursday gave me the urge to do so. I stopped and checked how long the Main St. is then decided which side I'd go first. Across the bus stop at Pennsylvania Ave., there is a cafe. I thought it's a good spot. I could see my bus from there. Simply D'Licious, Your Neighborhood Cafe, the sign says. They serve pasta, sandwiches, bagels, coffee, tea, and a lot more. I ordered for a piece of bagel with cream cheese and a cup of hot choco. Service was good. Bagel was cold but I was okay with it. The hot chocolate was good. They were concerned about my cash when I paid for my order in cash. Beforehand, I asked them if they take debit card because I'm going to need my cash for my bus fares. But my bill was only $3.20 and they're trying to stick to their rule on minimum purchase for debit cards. They said they could bend their rule for me but I said I'm alright in paying cash. That was settled. Hilesh, the owner of the shop, an Indian, sat with me after I was done with my "meal" and I was reading the 819 bus schedule. I learned that he's in the U.S. for more than 15 years already, he came as an H1B like me, and he has his own I.T. consulting firm now. But since the market was down for his company (he only have four people now), he decided to open up another business. The cafe was running for more than a decade and he was able to buy it in January of 2009. The cafe needs a lot of changes. The lighting was bad and they need to be more creative with their food displays if they want to catch people's attention. I, myself, would have missed them if not for my goal to start from the first shop in that corner of that side of the road. But I am glad I did not miss them, else I would have missed having a good conversation with a good man like Hilesh. This was yesterday. I've another one to share but I gotta hit the sack now. |
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