(est. in the seam)
GreyCafé
(00)
the space
in between
Somewhere between the last dark hour and the first bright one, there is a colour with no name.
We named it, then turned it into a café.
Grey Café sits in the seam. Not morning, not evening. Not beginning, not ending. Just the long, undecided middle where most of a life is actually lived, and where, we have come to believe, the coffee is better.
Everything here is built on that line. The room is lit from one side only. The menu runs from first light to last. And the door is open in the hours when nobody can agree what to call the sky.
(overcast)
Grey is not the absence of colour.
It is every colour, holding its breath.
(fig. 02 — a doorway, standing open)
One window. One counter top. Light on one side, shadow on the other.
Sit on the left if you are arriving. Sit on the right if you are leaving. Sit in the middle if you have not decided. Most people have not, and the middle seats are the ones we are proudest of.
Eleven stools, one long unbroken counter, and a window tall enough to hold whatever the weather is doing.
The door is open for most of the grey.
(hours)
- Monday — Thursday
- 07:00 — 20:00
- Friday
- 07:00 — 22:00
- Saturday
- 08:00 — 22:00
- Sunday
- 08:00 — 17:00
(find us)
73 Arthur StreetWinnipeg, MB R3B 1H3
+1 204 555 0000
hello@greycafe.example
No bookings. There is always the middle seat.
Everything here is temporary.
The coffee is hot now.
(fig. 06 — totality)