There’s a cinema in the centre of Copenhagen that has a fucking sweet cafe. It’s filled with old ladies. Let me re-phrase: if this place had hors d’oeuvres they would sell the shit out of them. A fuckload of elderly ladies in here. But since I and, I bet, a lot of other young chicklets like to pretend to be an old lady once in a while, this place is a good time. Not like a Wanda Jackson-good time; more like a Norah Jones-good time.I meet there with my dad whenever I’m in town. He gets a beer. I get a chai latte. I could make an equally good chai at home, but the people-watching is worth it. Besides the theatre, Grand Teatret, plays some pretty decent films most of the time.
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