"If you would like to order, the line forms in front of the case and goes out that way. If you want to pay, stand over here in this line. Thank You!" This was the mantra heard over and over this summer as we tried our best to manage the clammering hoards of hungry people that queued up hoping for a hot coffee, a hot ham danish and a the momentary attention of a hot barista. It has been, in a word, epic. You would think that we are standing back reveling in our successes, but mostly Sharon and I look at each other and think, surely there is somewhere else these people can go? When we give voice to those thoughts the reaction is generally, no...not if you want fast good food in a place that makes you want to pull up a seat and hang around a while. We've also been lucky to ride on the coattails of some good press Homer has gotten lately with TWO articles in the Washington Post, this one on finding a man in Alaska had us rolling on the floor with their mention of the bakery as a lesbian hangout and this one on traveling with kids and also this great piece by Doug Brown in the Denver Post. It made us realize there is a lot of love out there for what we do, which sort of helps when we get emails like the one we got the other day. It was from someone who told us that they had a lovely sticky bun but that their mocha was cold and though they were disappointed they would not sue (what?!). It's true what they say, when you put yourself out there you are opening up the path for good and for, well, Crazy!
Sometimes you just have to grab a cup of soup and a sandwich and go sit out on the porch...that is if you can find room.