love being different
There is a part of me that feels like this post is a bit premature. Often, when I write about a restaurant, I am writing because I feel the food is excellent. This is the first time I’m writing because I am in love with the space.
Located in The Jane Hotel on Jane St., Cafe Gitane is a quirky and slightly kitschy restaurant that serves pretty good food. While I admittedly did not get to try their menu extensively, what I was served was not in any way detestable. It was really everything else about the cafe that grabbed me.
The decor is an interesting mix of old-hotel and well-traveled home owner, which–with the sunlight streaming through the windows and the French tourists lazily making afternoon plans over glasses of rosé–gave the cafe a wonderful atmosphere, one that is perfect for brunching, romantic lunching, and afternoon writing.
In fact, it lends itself to writing. (This thought is supported by my seeing that I wasn’t the only writer there. I spotted two or three others making notes on their leather bound journals and typing away at their computers.) Perhaps it is the salmon coloured walls, the different bits of decor that seem to be from other countries, the tattooed waitress in a very girly dress, the wrought iron chandelier, or the slightly rundown look of the ceiling. Something about the cafe transports you to another place. It didn’t feel like New York. And while I do love this city, it was nice to find a place that was a bit of an escape from it. That makes Cafe Gitane perfect. (On some days anyway.) :p