Descriptive Essay About Cafe Shop

Have you seen my husband? Is all my mom was shouting as she held my hand tightly, running back and forth through the hospital? A receptionist sent us to a room, which felt like coming into an isolated mausoleum. The cold air enveloped my entire body, ice has replaced my spine and numbness is all my fingers felt. The room was somber dark, dead silence; the only sound heard was the heart machine ... Beep … Beep. There wasn’t anything more traumatizing then seeing my father lain on the bed, unresponsive, tubes coming from out mouth and nose. The sadness and desperation in his eyes broke my heart. All of sudden the heart monitor went off with a loud buzzing sound. A nurse jumped out of nowhere “Code Blue”, in matter of seconds 4 nurses and a doctor surrounded my father, my mom and I mindset was at a shock, like were able to see what was happening but couldn’t do anything our body was some glued to the floor. The doctors and nurses tired to help my father but it was too late,

The purpose of this qualitative observational study is to uncover common characteristics and themes that are drawn individuals to visit and spend time in Starbucks cafes? Generally, people believe that Starbucks cafés are used as meeting places and remote workspaces to achieve productivity, while enjoying coffee. (Loudenback, 2016) Starbucks cafés over the years have spread throughout major U.S. cities and metropolitan areas. Through observation, the data will gather by documenting the activities, interactions, and reactions of participants (customers and staff) using rich thick descriptions to identify common themes or trends to understand the success of Starbucks cafés. The observation process used is largely investigative, where the researcher gradually makes sense of this social phenomenon by contrasting, comparing, replicating, cataloguing and classifying the objects of this study. (Creswell, 2013)

Modern café is one of the result of urbanization and gentrification (Cohen, September 3, 2014). As the world changes, the characteristic of café itself changes. Café just not place to sit, having a good food or drink a sip of coffee but also a place to socialize, and meeting a new person (Rao, 2011). Hipster Café is one of the most popular modern café culture among youngster in Malaysia. This paper is aim to study the factor that motivates the youngster to go to hipster café. This study is using a quantitative method. To gain primary data, 390 sets of questionnaires were distributed. Research samples are identified as the youngster of ages 18-30. The sources of secondary data were critical selected from highly reliable sources, both from public and private sectors. The finding of this study will be useful to understand the current trend of hipster café in Malaysia particularly in Terengganu.

Bright walls and a welcoming ambience mark the atmosphere of Cock-A-Doodle Cafe, a café serving comforting takes on breakfast, brunch and lunch. For breakfast, try the graham cracker-crusted French toast, the fried poach egg Benedict and Blanca’s fried egg sandwich with bacon and mozzarella, for a sensational start to your day. Brunch options are just as decadent. Popular meals include the cockle, with two eggs prepared your way, your choice of breakfast meat and either pancakes or French toast, for a well-rounded meal. Cock-A-Doodle Café also has fantastic, fresh lunch options, like the la polla a la parilla chicken salad, the agua chili chicken club and the chipotle shrimp tacos in homemade crispy corn tortillas, topped with mango salsa.

Reality set in at this moment and I raced over to my brother and embraced him to let him know everything was ok. He looked up at me and asked me if dad was going to die. I remember fighting back my tears and telling him that our daddy was super strong like a superhero and that he was going to be just fine. After a distressing three hours passed I was finally allowed to go back and see my dad. He was lying in a bed almost lifeless. At that moment, they did not know if he was going to have brain damage or if he was going to live through the night. He was covered from head to toe in blood, cuts, and bruises. I could overhear my mom yelling at a nurse at the station asking why they weren’t doing surgery or helping my dad. The nurse asked her to calm down and explained that the head injury my dad suffered from being thrown into a metal telephone pole was extensive and the doctor was examining the x-rays before they could do

From what I could hear from the lady she told my mom that I was ok that the ambulance was on the way and she told her where I was at, which was on emden and Warm Springs. What I found out later from my mom was she had picked up the call and had expected my voice, but she'd heard a stranger and right away knew what the call was about. My mom's reaction was just the shock and worry. During the call I was laying there on my stomach thinking my mom's got to be panicking, and that I had just made a big mistake. The lady was on the phone for a good five or so minutes and then had gotten back to me, I'd asked what happened, and she said I was hit when I was trying to turn. She also said that when I had gotten hit that I went through the windshield with my head, luckily I had a helmet on, and after I flipped over the car I skidded on the asphalt for a couple of yards. During this whole time I had wanted to get up, but everybody was telling me I couldn't they

The room was swarming. My heart raced as I watched. I had lost track of myself until the orders of a nurse brought me back. “Jack, grab the crash cart!” she exclaimed while performing compressions. I sprinted to the nurse’s station, grabbed the crash cart, and sprinted back. I retook my position and continued to watch. The patient regained her pulse only to lose it again minutes later. After an additional fifteen minutes of compressions she was back. Relief flooded my body. At the time I didn’t feel anything other than futility, the adrenaline seemed to have numbed most of my thoughts. Later that night I kept replaying the entire scene in my head. I could vividly remember the family crying outside, the efficiency with which the physicians worked, and a strong feeling of helplessness I felt at the time, wanting to help, but being unable to do so was infuriating. I could not stop thinking about. About a week later I came to the conclusion that what I had witnessed was something beautiful. Everyone in that room was dedicated to saving this person’s life. This was their job, and it was nothing short of heroism. Even more heartening was the humanity of it all. Witnessing those physicians, having dedicated their lives to be there at that moment to save this person’s life was truly inspiring.

I breath between tears with at least some hope that my mother will still be alive when I hear a moan on the other side of the bed. I gasp when I see her face down I pick her up and I hold her in my arm and she coughs up blood and between little murmurs I catch her telling me that she loves me and that I need to be strong when all of sudden she stops breathing. I stop to sob because for some reason I forgot who to cry instead I held my mother. Sirens get louder and louder when the front door opens and a bunch of people come in repeating into their radios “two people down and one alive” and five people surrounded me ask me “are you okay” and I just look at them with confusion why would ask me that when it was clear that I had just lost both of my parents. They took my mother away and took me to and ambulance outside of my house. As I was close to the ambulance I look over at the police car and found this teenaged boy who look at me with fury that when I realized that had to be the boy that killed my parents everything went black and just felt my body drop to the

We spun out onto the shoulder next to the turnpike’s median strip. I knew I couldn’t slam on the brakes without killing us, so my only option was to try to steer us in a straight path uniform with traffic. I fought the steering wheel to keep us in line, but the left wheels were sinking into the frame of the car. It seemed to pull left, and if I kept going like this we would cross the island between the lanes and enter oncoming traffic. I continued my brawl with the wheel, and just as I was starting to gain some control, the left tires blew out. The car turned sideways and it was then that mom started to scream. We started to skid and I tried with all my might to turn the steering wheel, but the drag of the blown out tires were too much. Mom’s scream rang steadily in my ears and I wondered how she scream for so long. As the nose of our car protruded into the opposite lane, an oncoming car struck the exposed area. I was thrown against the steering wheel and then into my mother’s lap. Dazed, I stretched out my left hand and used the steering wheel to right myself. Mom

“OH MY GOSH!” my mom yells. I woke up after the crash and checked to see if everyone was okay. I was fine just a little scratches and cuts all over my body, but I don't think any broken bones. It made me have a flashback of a while ago when my dad (John) and my mom got into a car wreck back in 2003. It was a really bad wreck, but luckily the both of them were okay. I stopped day dreaming and checked on my mom, she was fine too, just scratches and cuts. I looked behind me to check and see if Tyler was okay. He wasn't awake still. People got out of there cars surrounding us and checking to see if everyone was okay. The semi flipped upside down across the road and the other car right besides us. I screamed with fear when I seen Tyler was not waking up. I yelled at mom to call 911. Ambulance started showing up everywhere and cops. A helicopter had to fly down, because so many people were dying. I went and got one of the people from the ambulance to come get Tyler out of the car. They hurried him to the hospital as me and mom rode in the back of the ambulance with him. They said he still had a pulse, but of they don't get him there soon he may not make

On August 16th, 2009, I was in a car accident that was life changing.  Earlier that day, my mother, sister, and I were visiting old friends in a neighboring town.  In the evening, we drove back and the calm car ride lulled me to sleep.  Suddenly, I was thrown against my seatbelt and opened my eyes to see the white mass of airbags in the front seat and smelt smoke filling the air. For a split second, my mother had fallen asleep. In that moment, our car had gone off the road and into a ditch where train tracks ran parallel to the street.  She frantically unbuckled her seatbelt and shouted at my sister and me to get out of the car.  I could feel the gravel shifting beneath us as the car slowly descended onto tracks. Still disoriented, we

Before she could even take a step in the ambulance, my mom fell to the ground. The paramedics picked up the orange stretcher and placed it beside her shoulders. As they slid her over to the stretcher, they picked her up and placed her on the wheeled bunk support. They settled her in the ambulance and took my mom in The next week or so, the police called they wanted me to come to the police station and talk about something. When I arrived at station , everyone looked at me as if something had happened.

Once I stepped inside the restaurant I automatically could hear the music playing at a moderate level and the laughter of the customers. Right off the back the restaurant's ambiance had a positive vibe. Mindful, it was a Saturday late afternoon. Mary Jane Burger and Brew is a local restaurant trying to stay true to its past. The granddaughter of the original owner now runs the place with the intention of serving good quality food where the ingredients are fresh, mouth watering, and surely not filled with antibiotics and all that other genetically modified elements found in processed foods. The vintage, rustic looking place, holds a small town atmosphere with a big taste.

Coffee shop is the famous business in Cochin. Coffee or Tea bar is a daily requirement for the local coffee lovers, and it is a place to dream big things in life and to discuss among friends and relatives and just a comfortable place to meet your loved ones or to read a book, all alone. With the growing demand for high-quality tea or coffee and great service, The Melody Coffee shop will mainly focus on the institute of management studies in Cochin and other private institutes also. The kind of culture will offer its customers the best prepared coffee/tea in the area that will be served with a muffin and a sweet, moreover we will provide some free books that many more old customers can read and enjoy their visit. The shop will operate a 70 square foot coffee bar near to the entrance of the institute of management studies in the building. The identified place can be obtained for lease for 8 months and it is possible to get a nearly extension in the upcoming months and years. The start-up funding which is available with Mr. Hemant is INR 80,000/- and it is surely that the remaining amount of Rs 50000 will be incurred through some commercial loans from the Bank of Baroda. The business is expected to gain more and more profit that will be more than 150000 per year. Melody Coffee shop will try to maintain a high gross profit margin and reasonable operating expenses throughout the year.

There is no doubt that the Phoenix is one of the biggest city in the United States. It has the rich resources and good populations. We can always have fun here during my free time. Being an international student who is studying here, the food here is always the most important thing I worried about. Since I came here, I had tried so many foods here and I think each food own their independent style. Whatever what kind of food they from, I think they both good. But the food I always like best is Chinese food.