the foot
us, at barefoot. ‘we’ are missing a few more fools, here and there. mika had to go home and the rest of them weren’t there on this day. photo by mo.
if you walk into the garden cafe in barefoot on galle road on any given day, you are almost bound to see us there. now, i realize this sounds uber pretentious, but this is only a sincere shot at giving thanks to something i count as a blessing.
there’s three types of people that hang out at the garden cafe at foot. some meet for business lunches and serious discussions over a glass of wine and some finger food, some go with their friends (or family): girlfriends during their lunch break, mothers and fathers who can let their children run about while they relax under the shade of a tree chilling to mo’s excellent taste in ambiant music…and then there’s us. we’re the ones you look around at and think ‘look at those children, i wish they’d go home and quit disturbing the tranquility of the evening’. we’re the ones that use the foot for everything, from dates to post-stressful day talks. we’re the ones making too much noise and running up a bill that’s too expensive. we’re the ones that are going to monopolize the new bar and we’re the ones that give all parents with young children a good reason to never want their kids to grow up into ‘young adults’.
as far as i’m concerned, the barefoot garden cafe is the only place in colombo of its kind. the food is always good, the wine is always cold, the service is always great, and the atmosphere is always welcoming and comforting. there’s also always some interesting work hanging in the gallery and there’s fantastic live jazz music on sunday afternoons. it is venue to a lot of fancy dinners and hosts many good bands and musicians, both from here and overseas. i have met so many vividly different and interesting people there, heard so many wonderful stories and had so many absolutely stimulating, colourful conversations. i have sat there and felt like there’s a reason we’ve all been thrown together, felt like we can change the world a little, felt like we could, together, take it all on. all in all, the foot is a place to work, read, blog, meet friends and relax.
big respect, thanks and love to naz, dom and mo, who are good people, kind, patient and supportive friends and the greatest hosts ever, for having created a place that’s good for us young and decadent wannabe reveloutionaries.
looks like indi has a boner… tiny one at that… hahaha
Comment by peace — June 1, 2006 @ 8:05 am
It is unfortunate trouser bunching. I think.
Comment by indi — June 1, 2006 @ 8:48 am
Barefoot for the past decade has always been my sanctuary marred only by the removal of that big wooden chair that used to be situated where the bar now is. Many a times I have sat there and smoked while contemplating my future. Change sometimes is hard, even if it’s for the best.
Comment by Nige sez — June 1, 2006 @ 9:27 am
It sounds pretty wonderful. I wish I could could be there. I love those long-winded, perfect conversations that seem to happen so infrequently.
Comment by Sophie — June 2, 2006 @ 4:18 am
sophie : perhaps one fine day, you will sit at the barefoot garden cafe with us all, and contemplate the many ways in which we may change the world. perhaps one fine day.
Comment by electra — June 2, 2006 @ 9:44 am
i’ll be aound there in a couple of days, maybe bump into u lot at the bar!
Comment by galleblogger — June 8, 2006 @ 6:32 am
hey is that thilini?
Comment by Prem — June 9, 2006 @ 8:16 am
that is, indeed.
Comment by electra — June 9, 2006 @ 8:22 am