I had spent a few hours inside the Neue Pinakothek in Munich, when I decided that my hunger was just too overwhelming for me to stay a minute longer. So craving for something healthy to eat and eager to start reading “To The Lighthouse” by Virginia Woolf, I went straight to the nearby cafe “Daddy Longlegs”.
About the Cafe:
“Daddy Longlegs” took its name from the nickname of its owner, Maren Weber. (“Weberknecht” in German is the so-called “daddy longlegs” spider). I was immediately caught up in this little cafe’s charm and I have been going back ever since.
So what’s the story? Lovely Maren was inspired to open a place with healthy and vegan food options, after visiting many similar places in San Fransisco (the beautiful tile pattern on the floor is actually inspired by one of those places). Daddy Longlegs also holds a record. It is the first place in Germany where you can eat acai dishes. Their big acai bowl pumps you up with energy and their warm bowl of potato-pumpkin puree with spring onions and cheddar makes up for a deliciously healthy meal. You also have a lot of options for freshly squeezed juices with mango, maracuja and apple.
There is a lot of natural light at the front of the store and you can sit back comfortably and read your book at the big purple couch. The back of the store has a few more tables and it’s more quiet/ intimate. It’s great to sit at a table outside when it’s sunny, but it’s not recommended for when you like to read because this road can get a bit noisy at times.
Opening times: Mon-Fri: 8:00-19:00 & Sat-Sun: 10:00-19:00
Food: vegan options/ delicious smoothies/ homemade lemonade/ acai dishes
Ambient noise: moderate
Web: Daddy Longlegs
About the Book:
I found the fourth edition (1930) of “To The Lighthouse” in a second-hand bookshop in Maxvostadt. I can’t clearly make out the name of the owner scribbled on the first page but the date says “May 1930”. It’s always exciting to own a second-hand book and fantasize about who owned it and what their life must have been.
Virginia Woolf’s masterpiece reads like a long poem. It flows beautifully and, to the reader who is aware of its author’s painful story, it reveals a lot of suffering. For instance at this part here: “…should be aware from childhood that life is difficult; facts uncompromising; and the passage to that fabled land where our brightest hopes are extinguished, our frail barks founder in darkness…, one that needs, above all, courage, truth, and the power to endure.”
Here are two of my favorite passages from the book:
“He stopped to light his pipe, looked once at his wife and son in the window, and as one raises one’s eyes from a page in an express train and sees a farm, a tree, a cluster of cottages as an illustration, a confirmation of something on the printed page to which one returns, fortified and satisfied, so without his distinguishing either his son or his wife, the sight of them fortified him and satisfied him and consecrated his effort to arrive at a perfectly clear understanding of the problem which now engaged the energies of his splendid mind.”
“The words seemed to be dropped into a well, where, if the waters were clear, they were also so extraordinarily distorting that, even as they descended, one saw them twisting about to make Heaven knows what pattern on the floor of the child’s mind.”