Located in what was once a moderately sized audience chamber just off the main reception hall, Hearth Home Cafe is a warm and inviting room. Six small round wrought iron tables with glass tops surrounded by thick wicker chairs are dotted around the room, though four of the six are clustered close to the tall, stained glass windows that take up most of the right hand wall. On the left is a thick bar top covered in all manner of coffee and tea making accoutrements, both modern and more antiquated, though all appear to be expertly cared for and in perfect working order. This can be attested to by the rich, delicious aroma of roasted and brewed coffee beans that permeates just just the air but seemingly every surface to be found within the cafe and even a few feet beyond it as well. There is also a large glass case off to one side filled with all manner of delightfully fresh baked pastries delivered up from the castle kitchens each and every morning. The thing most folks find most enticing about the cafe, though, is the fact that it's one of the very few places on the property where the wifi connection is actually excellent.
Interestingly, there is no cash register anywhere to be seen in the Hearth Home. Behind the bar there is only a woman. A very grumpy, very pretty and yet somehow simultaneously very unpleasant looking woman with an unusual heart shaped 'tattoo' in the middle of her forehead. She can most often be found holding an oversized mug of steaming hot pure black coffee between both hands while scowling unrelentingly at anyone and everyone that comes within her proximity. That is, she scowls until an order is placed. Then her expression will soften into nothing resembling a smile, not even the pale and practiced customer service type, but at least a detached smirk which relays a bit less out right derision. Just a bit.
"Welcome to the Hearth Home," she will bark at any unfamiliar patron fortunate and unfortunate enough to wander into her aromatic abode. "Let's get this over with, hmm? Whatd'ya want? Come on. Speak up. I ain't got all day. My coffee's getting cold."
Interestingly, there is no cash register anywhere to be seen in the Hearth Home. Behind the bar there is only a woman. A very grumpy, very pretty and yet somehow simultaneously very unpleasant looking woman with an unusual heart shaped 'tattoo' in the middle of her forehead. She can most often be found holding an oversized mug of steaming hot pure black coffee between both hands while scowling unrelentingly at anyone and everyone that comes within her proximity. That is, she scowls until an order is placed. Then her expression will soften into nothing resembling a smile, not even the pale and practiced customer service type, but at least a detached smirk which relays a bit less out right derision. Just a bit.
"Welcome to the Hearth Home," she will bark at any unfamiliar patron fortunate and unfortunate enough to wander into her aromatic abode. "Let's get this over with, hmm? Whatd'ya want? Come on. Speak up. I ain't got all day. My coffee's getting cold."
