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| - The Willow House has lots of unrealized potential.
It looks like a hostel as much as it does a coffeehouse from the approach. I was expecting to see a garden variety of drifting McCrustersons sprouting from the porch and was queerly disappointed when there was not.
The interior is run-of-the-mill ordinary. The menu is pretty lean for breakfast; muffin, bagel, or something like a muffin or something like a bagel.
My friend and I got bagels and cream cheese. Her with coffee and I with earl grey. The bagel was not really toasted enough and the cream cheese was 2 prepackaged "PHILADELPHIA" pouches dropped on my plate. Jen said the coffee was ok and I suppose I could say the same about my earl grey--simply a tea bag in a mug of hot water.
Despite the subparness of the eats and drinks, there are a few things that are really positive about The Willow House. Such as:
+++Free Wi-Fi+++
Not only free, but blazing fast Wi-Fi and no silly password or time limits.
+++Vinyl Digging+++
Their is a coat closet filled with 12" albums covering a good range of musics and qualities POOR to VERY GOOD and maybe some NEAR MINT if you really dig. The price was reasonable too with $1 per one or $6 for an entire crate (50+ LPs)!!!
+++Local Resource+++
The local rag is there as well as flyers for DIY shows and even a Crispin Glover speaking event. This is pretty ordinary, but still always commendable when these types of resources are getting fewer and fewer with big box infiltration. Not every biz allows free advertising space for DIY artists and musicians.
+++Outdoors***
Red picnic tables are scattered around in the side lawn of The Willow. True that in Phoenix, comfortable outside dining time is limited. Near these tables there is also this wall comprised of beautiful metal panels all colorfully weathered, rusted, and corroded. Perhaps I am biased with my unorthodox rust-belt view of what true beauty is.--But I find it so and i write so and so it is.
***Cats***
I am a gigantic catfag in every way. Outside, next to the picnic tables there was a concrete garden bench and under this bench was. EEEEEKKKK!!! A mussy mess of black and white cat keeping her cool. She was a very skanky looking cat and I was smitten. I instantly made her a little song as I sung to her and took photos . I think, "Dusty Desert Skanky Cat" was part of the lyrics and it was a tad Pete Seger sounding. I later learned that that was a momma cat that the employees of The Willow House named Thundercat and there are other cats that climb a tree to bathe in the morning. Yeah, I can see myself returning for the pussy and pussy alone.
I hope that The Willow House uses these posi things to build themselves a better tomorrow.
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