On Tuesday I took two times round – despite Waze has repeatedly told me that I have reached my destination – before I finally actually reached my destination. Yellow Truck, the place I was headed to, resides behind a series of building from the main street which has caused misunderstanding on Waze part. I resorted to a little guidance from my friend, took a left turn to a small drive way behind the fancy Hotel California and there it was.
In a glance the humble structure in yellow walls could easily mistaken you over someone’s residence. If you have missed the spacious parking lot and some table arrangements on the terrace you wouldn’t know that a cozy place to unwind was right before your eyes.
I was 5 minutes early (from my appointment and their opening hours) but managed to ask the guard to let me park my car inside so I could wait for my friend hassle free. Fortune was on my side as the coffee shop opened quite early that day.
A faded purposely-rustyic sign board was mounted on the front wall, a promising statement about what kind of atmosphere you are getting when you step in to Yellow Truck.
The indoor space was not overly-crowded by furnitures and sofa sets. Windows were big and open, giving enough air circulation inside. I ordered for their big breakfast, – it was actually just a portion of scramble egg, pieces of chicken sausages and french fries-, and later on in between our meeting I squeezed in a cup of coffee latte.
My friend and I are working on a project. Our first collaboration, which is planned to be long term. Each meeting is done as progressively as it can, and so was that day’s meeting. A total lie had Yellow Truck didn’t support us with strong WiFi, delicious food, lovely coffee and some retro comfort.
When afternoon stroke, our meeting result was summoned in good spirit.
Dear Yellow Truck, I would definitely return.