Driving along the main road through Chapala, Jalisco MX we find the coffee truck parked in his usual spot. All day, every day, he’s there selling his beans and chatting to friends. Everette has been buying his roasted coffee beans from the back of this truck. It costs about $10 for 1 kg, and Everette says it makes a good cup of coffee.
I don’t drink coffee every day, but I do join Everette to go out for a coffee, or a drink of some other persuasion (tea, but I rarely truly enjoy a cup of tea) so we can have some alone-time without our conversation constantly being interrupted by a child…common occurrence in this large family. It is particularly frustrating for Everette to keep his thoughts on-track in the midst of family-life, and I admit to liking the break from the constant hubbub at home. So a few times a week (if we aren’t camping in the boondocks) we find ourselves tucked in the corner of some coffee shop, sipping away and scheming, dreaming, planning, dumping about life and hopefully shovelling in a heapful of encouragement.
Then we were hearing about Cafe Negro so we decided to give it a try. Bob often meets his friends there, including 92 yo Joe who always has a story to tell. So we were introduced to a host of interesting retired expats, a few snowbirds, and Carmen the owner. A very eclectic group of people who frequent the cafe where Carmen bakes up absolutely scrumptious baked goods and her staff serve beautifully presented meals. She said she learned to bake and cook from her Grandma and all the other foodies in her extended family. It’s certainly a business well suited to her.
We try not to get stuck in the mud, and so we change it up. We sometimes walk a different street and decide to sample other coffees, some where we sit out in the town plaza people-watching, some with tables crowded inside. We peer at treats but few rival Carmen’s baking at Cafe Negro.
Then we turn into….
There are various beans to choose from for your days coffee and that suits Everette just fine. We order, and unlike farther north, the women don’t want you to pay when you order. Pay later.
We sit and enjoy.
Engrossed in conversation, we make a plan and walk out of the cafe to put it in action, and as we just round the street corner we hear somebody calling, “Do you want to come back and pay?!!” Exactly, that’s why we tried to pay when we ordered, so this exact thing wouldn’t happen!! Red faced and apologetic we return to pay our bill.
It’s safer to buy the beans from the truck and stay home to drink coffee. But we serve up neither macchiatos nor mokas so I think we’ll adventure out some more and try some other cafes, or return again to Cafe Grano…because we discovered they do have a scrumptious cheesecake!