I'm not sure how Bongo Java became such a destination point for the two of us, but we've spend so much time there since he was born that it's a really special place to me. In the early days, we'd roll right inside the door, as he slept peacefully in his stroller while I placed my order. Now, as soon as we cross the street at Belmont Boulevard, he's ready to get out of his stroller, run up the stairs and open the door to go inside. Typically, he makes a beeline for the cooler, looks at me over his shoulder, and says, "open, open." When I nod my head, he slides open the door on the cooler and pull out a bottle of water, or "nanni," as he calls it.
J.P. has always been fascinated by the barristas, most of whom recognize us on sight by now. They always have a kind word from him and he waves to them while they work. I think he likes the constant sound and motion behind the counter, as they make lattes, mochas, etc. He loves to walk down the narrow hallway to the back, where we usually sit on Sunday mornings. Because he's so familiar with Bongo Java, J.P. feels emboldened enough to walk around the coffee shop and explore on his own, opening cabinets and climbing on chairs. Outside, on the front porch, he loves to make laps, climbing up the stairs, walking through the tables of people sipping coffee and talking, then running down the ramp and back to the stairs again.
J.P. loves the bacon at Bongo Java, a staple of our Sunday morning breakfasts. He had his first bagel there. He's eaten toast, yogurt, a popsicle, muffins and yogurt there. He's laughed, a lot, and cried, not too often, thankfully, on our many visits. It's our home away from home. Below is a link to Bongo Java Belmont's website.
http://www.bongojava.com/bongo_belmont.php
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