Originally posted September 4, 2012
"Would you like that heated?" I winced inside. The death call for a croissant. I knew then it would not be fresh.
Waldo's is literally a house. A house that was converted into a coffee, uh, house. It's located right on Heights Blvd on the east side of the esplanade (or maybe it's just a wide medium) where joggers and dog-walkers like to run up and down.
The place was, well, homey. Tranquil. I was relaxed....until a worker started hammering a sign on the door post of an adjoining room. "This area closed" for who knows what reason. But I supposed, hammering doesn't always occur.
The floor looks to have been kept in its original worn condition. More patina, I guess.
There is a certain polish missing in the place. I'm looking at a torch lamp that is leaning to the left. There are stacks of leaflets over by the restrooms. The choice of artwork needs more work, needs a more discerning eye.
Outside, the neighbor has a pickup truck with one wheel missing. But that may be temporary.
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