We hold events - birthday parties, gin nights, cheese and wine evenings, food and drink around the world, Christmas parties, supper clubs, monthly club meetings.
If you're looking for a venue, contact Paul on 01905 776 633.
Vitising us and your safety - rules and processes
We have introduced some rules and processes to keep everyone safe.
- If possible, book ahead, as we have limited seating. If you turn up we may not have any tables free and you may be asked to come back or wait.
- Under current guidelines, only groups of 6 people from 2 different households can be seated together indoors.
- We are sanitizing all tables and chairs before you are seated, to keep infection risk down.
- There will be sanitizing stations in the café for you to use - wash your hands regularly.
- Only approach the bar when you are paying for your meal. Your order will be taken at your table and delivered to you.
- There is no standing, so please remain seated.
- The tables have been placed to give a minimum 1 metre distance. Where possible chairs from different tables are back to back, to lessen the risk.
- We'll be serving lunch only between 12-2pm, with a reduced menu.
- Do not touch the pictures on the wall (unless you are going to buy it).
As with other businesses we are finding our way and doing our best to keep you and our team safe. Please help us by keeping to the rules, and being considerate and respectful to staff and other customers.
We look forward to seeing you.
This month we are featuring the work of Penny Dykes
This month we are featuring the work of Penny Dykes, who is displaying a selection of her work.
(Click an image to see a large version.)
Parks Cafe poetry reading, a poem for Paul
A door creaked open;
he could hear with his right ear.
he could feel it in the hollow of his back.
He coughed a loud cough
and the doors slammed shut.
A motorbike revved inside his head,
speeding around the wall of death,
then exited via his spine,
bouncing from vertebra to vertebra.
Fingers fidgeted, hands hummed hot.
Toes twitched and tapped the table leg.
There was a noticable draft
as latches lifted and doors creaked wide
in ears, eyes, nose, mouth and finally
his heart, as words walked in.
I don't oil the hinges, he explained.
When something enters, I want to know about it.
© Heather Wastie