DH and I have just got back from our "summer holiday".
We had a lovely time, once we actually got there.
The Autistic Cafe: how can I describe it?
Okay, I'll try.
First, you queued to get to the counter. Having got there, you were asked to go and find a table, and then return to the counter with the table number. It's a pity nobody thought to put up a notice telling customers about this but hey-ho. This was a cafe full of notices, so one more would not have been out of place.
Anyway - finding a table was odd, as the cafe was not laid out like a cafe - it was more of a shop, with pillars, displays and tables all around, some of them round corners, and none of them obvious. It was a bit like a Tardis because it never seemed to end.
But we eventually found a table and then had to go back to the counter. This entailed queuing up again, but we FINALLY got back to the first person we spoke to, and started to give our order - oh, but no.
Not yet! Why so hasty! Why so rushed!
Next, we had to move on to the next person, who had an iPad, and who did actually take our order. She was hovering near the counter but was not obviously behind it.
I was beginning to get antsy by this point..............
Anyway. We gave our order and I proferred my bank card - oh no.
Hold on there, customer.
I had to wait (again) to be given a receipt (this entailed the woman with the iPad going behind the counter and waiting for the receipt to be generated) and was then told to go to the other end of the cafe with my receipt, to pay.
Sighing, I suggested to DH that he ought to go and sit at our table, before someone else decided to use it for their order........................and then I went to the till.
I was just putting my card on to the reader when the assistant asked me if I'd like to include a donation towards the upkeep of the village in which the cafe was situated................................well, it was a bit late by then, because my card was already on the reader.
I did notice that someone had put a jar for donations next to the till. I have a feeling that they never quite manage to ask people if they want to donate in time for the donation to added to the bill. You'd think they'd be more organised.
I was exhausted by this time so I went to join DH and after ten minutes, our food was brought to us. No complaints there, it was delicious, and inexpensive, too.
There were signs up all over the place, talking about hidden disabilities and saying that "just over 85% of our staff are autistic" which made me laugh.
I can well imagine the meeting they had where they were all trying to decide what percentage to write on their notice. I have a feeling that "just over 85%" was agreed upon because someone had worked it out to the exact percentage and someone else didn't want an even number on the notice etc etc etc etc.
You get my drift, I think.
I can also well imagine how they tried to figure out the most efficient way for customers to order and pay for their food - and they really, really did not succeed in this, because it was all completely counter-intuitive; however, I am sure they think they have a brilliant system WHICH MAKES SENSE TO THEM.
So that's why I called it The Autistic Cafe - and maybe The ADHD Cafe would make more sense, as it was delightfully chaotic.
Okay, I'm going for The Neurodiverse Cafe. Make of that what you will.