Why do you keep going back to a bar or a cafe?

Is it because the beer, or food, or coffee Why do you keep going back to a bar or a cafe?s good? Is it the ambience? Is it good value? How do you measure good value, anyway? Is it because everybody else goes there? Do you measure it by the length of the queues outside? Is it cool to queue? Walking down Crown Street, I sometimes think that people won’t go to a place unless they have to queue, whereas I won’t go to a place with a queue.

But I will keep going back to a place where the staff smile when they see me walk in, and they know my name, because I know their names. I’m sad when I walk into a place and none of my friends are there, but it’s just as good when the staff know me, and I can sit at the bar, and distract them from their work, and know that they still like me.

This morning, my regular cafes were both closed, so I went down the road to another one I go to occasionally. The coffee was excellent, and I had a second cup, but the young guy who served me did not smile once, which to me is like saying,

 ‘Fuck off, don’t come back.’

But I still left a tip!

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