When Jenny’s in the room, it goes from café to cabaret. She is 50,000 watts of power and gets everyone singing and dancing.
Beyond Jenny, a chatty group of regulars will regale you with stories from their flavourful lives—usually riches to rags fables.
Standing on her tippy toes to serve you is “Mama.” She’s the miniature matriarch who owns the place and tends bar with her cordial son. And she often darts back to the kitchen to cook. But what and for whom she’s cooking, no one’s telling. And when asked, they’ll just say you won’t like the food.