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Coopers, Coffee and the Kardomah by Lesley Norman Coffee has always held a special allure for me, even as a young child. From an early age we would make our weekly visit to Liverpool (from Widnes), shopping for the whole day with my grandmother and various combinations of family members, although I think for all of us the shopping was secondary. It was the stopping off for coffee at one of the Kardomah coffee houses that was the main reason for the trip. First stop was Cooper’s Food Hall. The aroma of the coffee would infiltrate my being before we reached the entrance, and, I believe, seduced us into making this our first, rather than last, stop. Once inside, I would experience that feeling of awe when visiting a particularly magnificent church or cathedral. The shelves were stacked high with delicacies and spices, redolent with the smells and colours of far-flung lands. Next would be the Kardomah: orangey-red high leather seating in booths with black wooden tables. These coffee houses, to me, were sophisticated, grown-up places where I could relax and wallow in the warmth of the family group and listen lazily to its gossip and chatter, accompanied by the gentle clinking of cutlery and the lulling buzz of other café sounds, the smell of coffee again dominating the experience. The smell of fresh coffee still brings back pleasant childhood memories of cosy familial closeness, bound up with my Saturday shopping experiences in Liverpool. Enter your story Back to main stories page |
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