The Paekakariki Cafe is the Cafe Zola of the village. In fact, it is the everything of the village. The cafe is where people meet and eat and usually it is much more crowded than it appears in these photos. The kitchen is smaller than a large US bathroom, but the food produced in that small space is absolutely delicious -- from the open-faced lamb sandwich to the baby squid salad to the seafood chowder with those beautiful New Zealand greenshell mussels. And everyone comes for breakfast or morning tea on the weekends. Closes at 4PM. Besides enjoying the cuisine, one keeps an ear open for conversations at neighboring tables -- not so much for the content as for the accent. There are people from all over the world, speaking English with some sort of accent. The Europeans are easily placed, but some of the others are more difficult to pinpoint. So far we have not run into any other Americans. Where are all of you? I do wonder what all of these world travelers are doing in this sleepy little coastal village. They can't all be here to visit the world's cutest grandchild, can they?
It's always tea time here. I don't think I have the order figured out yet, but I'm working on it. Morning Tea is between breakfast and lunch. Afternoon Tea is at 4PM, and TEA is dinner. Whew! Any other time it's just a cuppa. Which reminds me..........I have to go put the kettle on. Mark is feeling better.
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