Breakfast from six, on Sherman Street

That blank on Wednesday is the reason I built this page, so let me be straight about it.

I looked your hours up two different ways this week. One of them says you are open Wednesday, six to two, same as every other day. The other says you are closed Wednesday. Tuesday and Sunday agreed everywhere. Wednesday did not.

Neither is on the page until you say which. What is certain is that a whole trading day of yours is currently a coin flip to anybody who looks you up, and if the wrong one is showing then somebody drove over on a Wednesday, found the door locked, and did not come back.

One sentence from you fixes it permanently. That is the whole job.

I want to be clear that I am not suggesting you change it. It is your shop and there is an ATM three steps away.

But right now a stranger only finds out at the till, with their food already made and a queue behind them. Put it where they see it before they park and it stops being an awkward moment and starts being a thing your regulars already know and like.

The building from across Sherman, so a stranger knows what they are looking for. The room from the door, early, with people in it. A plate of whatever you are proudest of. The counter.

The phone in your pocket beats anything I would bring, and they should be pictures of your cafe on a real morning rather than mine of it on a Sunday.