A little place called Cafe Irie

Someplace warm, where the smoothies flow like wine and beautiful waitresses instinctively flock like the salmon of Capistrano.
Special mention needs to go to Cafe Irie. Feck the surfing, this is the best reason to go to Newquay. Its just the most chilled out place in the world where we tend to flake out all day long after a surf.

 A coconut in a bird cage on top of the sound system

They even made lucky Luciano a traditional cake for his birthday, which he made a meal of

 Sounds good, I'll have that

We started thinking of other trips I could get going on and started writing a few of them down

One of the surf instructors Mike had an exhibition for his paintings in the Cafe on Saturday night. No charge in and as we were walking up the stairs waitresses handed us plates of finger food to pass around to people upstairs. How laid back can you get when randomers play waiter for the night? A bit of free wine flowing around too and even Alan from The Hangover showed up to help with the tunes

Later that night in Belushi's hot Cafe Irie girl actually talked to me! Oh yeah, like a laser beam, sucked me right in. I was like 'you remember me?' Didn't have time to talk long cause the bouncers were pushing us out, damn if I had a bit longer I could have been whipping out the dumb and dumber quotes non stop.

'You cycled all this way just to eat at Cafe Irie?'
'Well I I wasn't really doing anything. I've come a long way to eat there the least you can do is level with me'