The Laundromat Cafe. Just before entering I was paralyzed with doubt. What if I'm walking into a busy, hip cafe with dirty clothes and they don't actually do laundry?
The bartender approached and I asked timidly. I breathed a sigh of relief at the response and purchased some detergent in a paper cup. We headed down to the brightest, reddest laundry room I've ever seen.
After a short struggle with the machine, the clothes were swishing happily. We headed back upstairs and enjoyed some delicious veggie burgers and soaked in the atmosphere of this clearly popular student hangout. Then, we went back downstairs to hang out in their even larger kid's playroom, where Adrian had a ball and read some books.
So we came back the next day. I proudly breastfed Adrian in a roomy booth, then enjoyed a Gull beer and a slice of carrot cake.