Aprilmädchen Café - Nagold

In the middle of Corona time, I first noticed the café with the magnificent name in the Nagolder Marktstrasse. One has definitely succeeded the operators with the naming: one is standing, gets into the riddles and decides to follow the mystery one day. And today is almost the last opportunity for a April visit this year. Reason enough to take a digestive coffee after a not quite happy lunch. In times of extended gender debates, guests are likely to be welcome, who cannot identify themselves as girls, indeed are almost diametrically far away. The advantage of the striking name is a geographical disadvantage. The outskirts of the town lie north and rarely sees the sun. The rules of the game are also not quite clear. Last year, I sat in front of the door for some time completely unnoticed and waited for an operation for so long, until it became too cheerful and I moved on a few houses where the service was more striving and more facing. This year I seem to have better cards. As soon as I take place one of the petty little stalls in front of the door, a April girl appears – whether she had been taken care of me or only quenched by the loud nursery at the side table, you don't know. However, I will be informed that it is to be ordered inside the counter. A card is not available, my order will not be heard even though the service is already facing me. The interior is beautiful and brightly furnished, as you would imagine a modern student WG, with stylish coffee machine and small cake counter and various green plants. A bit tight and crowded at the counter – but the cafe is also well chaired and visited. In addition, all the guests who want to go to the toilet have to try out here. In the absence of a card, I order a simple coffee (3, Euro) with normal milk (the latter I stress loudly and clearly, as I suspect to be here in the oat and soy milk cosmos). The April girls in the service act targeted and tough and promise to get my order out. That works fine. An eye-catcher are mint green cup and pink milk cloves in the potter look (but is English branded as I read at the end of the box). In fact, a golden (color) spoon. A schelm, who comes to mind evil... The coffee tastes a bit scary and totally unspectacular, which is certainly due to normal milk. Well, there would also have been ChariTea Eistee and Viva con Aqua (which I later take from the homepage). Apparently also delicious cuts with names like Hüttenheidi, Almöhi or Clarabanana. All with self-made sourdough bread and trendy ingredients such as avocado, hummus, chiliflakes, quinces, peanut butter, chickpeas. Maybe I should give the place a second chance? Even though sentences like this insecure me: “Aprilmaid is not the place where the most beautiful stories are written, it is the place you visit with your best friend and share the most exciting stories of your life.” After all, I still manage to ventilate the mystery behind the local name. The boss seems to have his birthday in April. So easy! However, I do not succeed in obtaining an analogue document. You wouldn't have a printer, you tell me that I could get the document via the phone or e-mail. Huch, did I fall asleep new digital transformations? Something disturbed I propose a handwritten variant, to ask the stamp extra. The snake grows on the counter. In the end, I'm counting on a toilet to prevent even more confusion. A public toilet is just a few houses away.