Cloud Forest Cafe in Davis, on D Street. No, I have never eaten here, nor had a coffee here (don’t drink the stuff), nor juice or clouds or any of that. I am sure it’s very nice. I don’t know if it’s anything like the Rain Forest Cafe but I’ve only been to that once, and that was an experience let me tell you. It was the one at Disneyland, and my son did not appreciate the very realistic gorilla that came to life with a roar right above our table. He didn’t like that much. We had to move tables. “Oh don’t worry,” said the waiter, “this happens a lot, kids get scared.” Well even from the other side of the restaurant he spent the entire meal eyeing everything with suspicion, making sure no big animatronic gorilla could get him. There was no way he’d eat a thing after that. Fair play, I’d have been the same at his age. I remember being about five and freaking out wildly at Madame Tussauds on the way into (the admittedly scary) Chamber of Horrors, before we had even gotten there. The exhibit right before, if I recall rightly, was about Nelson and the Battle of Trafalgar, complete with sounds of thundering cannonballs and sinking ships. That was it for me, I was kicking and screaming and white with terror, and no force on Earth could get me into the Chamber of Horrors if I couldn’t even stand the creaking noise of HMS Victory. So naturally I understand my son’s suspicion of big robot apes with glowing eyes.
Not that any of this has anything to do with the Cloud Forest Cafe of course, but you can never be too careful so I stood across the street and sketched it on a calm late September afternoon.