Still related to my two previous posts earlier about coffee shops here in Malang (click here and here to read the posts), I have to say that so far, none of them satisfy me. The good one is hostile (or at least I think they should have behave better towards their customers), while others got great service–too bad their coffee is not really as good as their service. The rest got both good coffee as well as service, but their price aren’t so friendly, which always makes me think twice everytime I wanna hang out for a cup or two coffees.
So, long story made short, I’m dying for a good coffee (as well as a good coffeeshop) here. I want a nice place, a nice treatment from people in the coffeeshop, as well as a good coffee as well.
You might argue with me that I can’t even differentiate which coffee is made by machine and which is grilled manually by hand.
I know I sucks in that.
But hell, I want a good coffee in a way that I wanna be able to enjoy my coffee other than the instant one that I consume every day at work/home on weekdays!
So finally, my friend Ashley, told me a couple days a go that she’d found a nice coffee shop which she thought is very homely, and they have good music, as well as good coffee and tea, with affordable price.
Sounds too good to be true, huh?
But then I decided to give it a try.
Decided that I dead bored in my house/office and got nothing planned on Sunday, I walked out of the house at about 4.30 PM, determined to visit this coffee shop. I walked, of course, decided that I would like to spend some time walking to the coffee shop rather than wasting two thousand rupiahs on public transportation. Yeah, yeah, I’m a cheapo, so what? Walking’s healthy anyway. Besides, I still haven’t figured out what angkota/bemo (that’s what we call the public transportation here) would take me to this coffee shop.
The name is Legipait.
Had I not noticed the massive number of benches and tables outside the coffee shop, as well as the black board on the wall which says “We’re opened from 5 PM – 2 AM,” I’d probably lost and walked past the coffee shop, for it looks like an ordinary house from the outside.
So I checked my watch, and after I made sure that it was 5 o’ clock already, I stepped in. I did asked the first woman I saw in the coffee shop, of course, merely to confirm that it has opened, indeed. It would definitely be awkward if I entered so confidently, only to find out that I’d be thrown out because it was still closed.
Thank God they said that they’d opened already.
I have to tell you the truth, though, the place is smaller than I’d expected.
When Ashley told me first that the place is homely, I still imagined a larger coffeeshop, but with hospitality from the waiter/waitress/barista. I imagined the place to be more similar to my favorite coffee shop back in Salatiga, another small city where I pursued my bachelor degree. The name was Frame Coffee shop, and it’s a very nice place. (I’m wondering why on earth I haven’t write thoroughly about that place yet since I’ve been claiming it’s my favorite coffee shop ever! I’d definitely write about that place, Frame, someday soon.)
But I surely didn’t imagine a coffee shop this small. The word “narrow” and “crowded” came to mind right away when I saw the little space provided from one seat to another. But as I walked in, I noticed a lovely bookshelf with plenty of novels in it. As the lady behind the table next to menu asked whether I’d ordered something, I asked for a pancake and a milk-tea.
Good heavens, they got milk-tea!
I’ve been dying for one.
But another thing that came to my mind made me anxious. With its not-so-grand-building, I began to doubt whether they had wi-fi. I learned, though, that I could always take a novel from the bookshelf if I wanted to read one, so I could always read instead of surfing the net, in case they didn’t have wi-fi. But I asked them, and the answer surprised me.
“Oh yes, we do have wi-fi connection.”
That, I didn’t expect.
A coffee shop, and a mini-library–if that is the precise term–with wi-fi? Wow. Is this heaven?
So I scanned through the place, taking pictures here and there and noticed how, indeed, homely the place is. I walked around, and after taking some pictures without permission, I began to think that they might thought I’m rude, if not strange, walking around the place and taking pictures here and there. Sakes, I should’ve asked their permission in the first place! So, reluctantly, because I thought it would’ve been the most awkward moment ever, I asked the lady whether she’d allow me to take a picture of the menu to put it in my blog. (God it was indeed, awkward.)
Thank God she didn’t mind a bit.
I’ve been thinking to take a picture of the place from afar, and I regret why I didn’t do so earlier, but I’d definitely come back for a second, if not more, visit and next time, I’ll be sure to take more pictures. It’s a really nice place–nice enough to give me a good first impression, and definitely good enough to make me want to write a post about this place.
So here I am, sitting by the window, writing this post, and enjoying my milk-tea and pancake.
I think I’m gonna order coffee latte.