Thank you to … the Amsterdam cafe staff who nursed me through a weed-related crisis
In this series writers celebrate people who mean something special. Here Yomi Adegoke recalls the coffee shop workers who rallied around as she worried she would never feel her face again
Dear cafe staff,
You sat with me for nearly an hour, as I became the world’s worst ad for anything weed-related in front of your irked customers. That weekend – I explained as you passed me the nth glass of water – I had been booked for a panel discussion in Amsterdam, a stay I extended by three days to convert business into pleasure, a much-needed mini-break I intended to spend almost entirely baked. To facilitate this, I went to a place that did the “best space cakes in the city”; “best”, I soon realised, meaning “the ones most likely to make me think I dropped one of my ears on the high street when running from God”.