If only there was a coffee roastery in Gala…
Then there was. A small A-board was in my path (don’t move it Gala council, it wasn’t obstructing the path). In white chalk it said ‘COFFEE’ and there was an arrow. Down an alley, in a courtyard, was the Luckie Beans Roastery. Magic Beans more like. I walked in. It’s a whitewashed byre. You just sit on a big cable drum or something. It’s not really a café, it’s a roastery where you can get a coffee and traybake while buying coffee beans.
A man who looked suspiciously like me (pale, heroic hair, dressed in black, concentrating on coffee, neither attractive nor repellent, admittedly younger, admittedly my hair is differently located on my head but still wonderfully dark for a man my age) was wrangling a huge, gleaming white coffee roaster with the confidence of a submariner loading torpedoes. A friendly woman with a very nice baby on her hip asked me what blend of coffee I wanted to drink. The baby looked at me with a reasonable degree of scepticism. It’s very much their establishment, those three.
She said, ‘We only open on Wednesdays’. It was Wednesday. I was in Gala by chance.
I said, ‘I think I just manifested this place.’
The coffee (Love Lane house blend. Luckie Beans is in Love Lane. I’m not making any of this up) was excellent. I bought 3 bags of beans for research purposes. They were all excellent, especially the Ethiopian. What a great place. Apparently Luckie Beans have a takeaway stall in Haymarket station. I haven’t made that up either.
If you’re going to Gala, go on a Wednesday. I went back to Luckie Beans on a Monday and it was shut. No board, no beans, no baby. Hence the lack of interior photos.
Go there on a Wednesday. Be Luckie.
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