Our story
A caff that got
smartened up
Since 2016, and not much about it has changed.
Two Sugars was a greasy spoon for thirty-one years before we took it on, and we have tried very hard not to ruin it.
We kept the counter, the mugs and most of the regulars. We changed the coffee, put a proper oven in the back, and asked Jean if she would bake for us three days a week. She said two. It is now five.
The name came from Ron, who had the place before us and took two sugars in everything including, we suspect, his soup. He comes in on Tuesdays and tells us what we are doing wrong.
We are not trying to be a restaurant or a co-working space. We are a caff. There is a table at the back for whoever needs it, the heating goes on when someone asks, and nobody has ever been asked to leave for nursing one coffee.