This cafe reminded me that as a boy with my mother or as a teenager with friends, we often called into our local ‘Italian cafe’ after school What a life, ham sandwich. cup of hot chocolate and the jukebox…… bliss!
The reception from the owner of the local record shop was sometimes welcoming and sometimes not. He was an unpredictable character but sold great records at the height of the ‘beat boom’ in the 1960s.
