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The year is 2020, the city is Seattle. The great war is almost nothing but a distant memory, and each of the different races coexist among one another in relative peace. On a certain street corner stands a certain coffee shop that only opens when the sun goes down- the titular Coffee Talk. You are the owner and lone barista of that shop, and your job is to serve a hot drink and lend a listening ear to each of the customers who visit.

Coffee Talk is an indie game developed by Toge Productions, a game studio based in Indonesia. The game mixes elements of Visual Novels with visual aesthetics inspired by 90s anime, classic pixel art adventure games, and the imagery associated with lo-fi chillhop music. Being a game about a coffee shop, the main game mechanic in Coffee Talk is naturally the drink-making feature, in which you try to serve each customer a drink made of three of the ingredients you have available. Over the course of two weeks you see several storylines play out through the conversations that take place within Coffee Talk, and whether you can fulfill each customer's order or not may affect what direction those stories take.

The smallest of these physical releases are the Single Shot Editions, of which there are two - one for Coffee Talk, and one for Coffee Talk Episode 2: Hibiscus & Butterfly. Each Single Shot Edition contains a set of vinyl stickers, a wooden charm depicting key characters from either game, a digital soundtrack card, either in the shape of a coffee mug or a takeaway cup - and, of course, a physical copy of the game itself, with the whole bundle priced at 39.99 USD.

Next is an upsized version of the Coffee Talk Episode 2 Single Shot Edition, better known as the Coffee Talk Episode 2: Hibiscus & Butterfly Collector's Edition. Priced at 99.99 USD, this release contains all the morsels of the Coffee Talk Episode 2 Single Shot Edition, as well as an interchangeable acrylic stand, a miniature comics collection, a tote bag, a memo pad, collector's box, and a tea towel, as though to complement any cups of coffee one might want to drink while playing the game.

The final and certainly most venti-sized of the planned physical releases is the Coffee Talk + Coffee Talk Episode 2: Hibiscus & Butterfly - Double Shot Bundle. Priced at 149.99 USD, this Double Shot Bundle is exactly that, containing all the contents of both the Coffee Talk Single Shot Edition and the Coffee Talk Episode 2 Collector's Edition, alongside an exclusive coffee mug branded with the series' logo, and an embroidered patch to match.

Comparisons to Valhalla are inevitable, and fair. Coffee Talk is no rehash though, and it's going for a very different mood. You're the owner and only staff member of a late night coffee shop, in a version of Seattle where your usual fantasy races are a normal part of society. Humans, elves, cat people, even werewolves and vampires all mix here. And they're all welcome to roll up and have a cup of coffee, tea, or whatever other vile concoction you can inflict on them by mixing together three of the game's ten ingredients. Most of the small cast of characters will specify a chosen drink, or at least give strong hints, rather than the more cryptic demands of Valhalla's customers.

Mixing the drinks is straightforward and natural enough. Each drink has a primary ingredient like tea or chocolate and then two more from the secondary shelf (a nice touch I just clocked is that the milk takes up two shelves because it's the only element that's both primary and secondary). I can't say it made me want a coffee the way Automachef made me want a burger, but then coffee is horrible anyway.

But I had a nice time with it. It was a strange kind of nice, more than the sum of its narrative parts. Coffee Talk has a warm, cozy ambience. Its inoffensively jazzy soundtrack (I'm not saying "lo-fi chill beats", you can all go to hell) and attractive art co-ordinate to produce a mood that's plain relaxing. I'd reclined almost to the floor by the end of an afternoon's play, with my keyboard across my stomach and a cup of tea in my hand, lazily doling out pretentious coffees and writing insulting messages in the latte art. Silhouettes of cars and pedestrians amble past the windows, the rain drums on the window on some nights, and nobody ever gives you a hard time, even when you're actively trying to antagonise them.

This game is so cool! I love the entire coffee shop premise, it's such a calming experience. The characters are all very interesting and it's so lovely to hear their stories and eexperiences. Love the art as well!!! Thank you for the wonderful game c:

Indonesian indie studio Toge Productions are working on Coffee Talk, a game about being a barista in a version of Seattle where fantasy folk live alongside humans. It's a bit like Shadowrun and a bit like Va-11 Hall-A: Cyberpunk Bartender Action only the drink mixing is less boring, and you can draw some coffee art in the foam.

Customers, some of whom may be elves, orcs, dwarves, and the like, will visit your late-night coffee shop and it's up to you to whip them up an espresso or whatever while some very chill music plays. As you play you unlock recipes for different varieties of tea, hot chocolate, and so on. The other half of the game is in the conversations that play out with these talkative caffeine junkies, who all have their own stories.

Visitors to the site can stand at the north eastern corner of the Place du Forum, where the artist set up his easel. The site was refurbished in 1990 and 1991 to replicate van Gogh's painting. He looked south towards the artificially lit terrace of the popular coffee house, as well as into the enforced darkness of the rue du Palais which led up to a building structure (to the left, not pictured) and, beyond this structure, the tower of a former church which is now Musée Lapidaire.

As the Barista in late-night coffee shop, 'Coffee Talk', players offer friendly conversation and late-night warm drinks to the colourful and fantastical inhabitants of alternative-Seattle including elves, aliens, and orcs. The game features visual aesthetics inspired by 90s anime, classic pixel art adventure games, and images often associated with lo-fi chill hop music. The visual novel storylines are determined based on drinks they are served, not through the dialogue selections. Coffee Talk is the place to be for those who want to chat, relax, and relate no matter who they are or where they come from over delicious expertly crafted hot drinks.

We're an all day cafe and coffee shop that our neighbors & friends have been calling home since 1996. We serve simple & delicious new American classics with something for everyone, great coffee, and exceptional wines & beers. We probably play our music just a little too loud and our portions might be a bit too big, but that's how we like it.

THE Lord Mayor's Show is, to those who have any business to transact betweenWestminster and Tower Hill on the 9th of November, an unmitigated nuisance; andwhen I am in London on that day, I am scrupulous in keeping the festivalprecisely as I keep the four Bank Holidays with which the Metropolis is annuallyafflicted; that is to say, I take care not to stir out of doors between daybreakand nightfall But the procession undeniably affords delight to many scores ofthousands of sightseers; and 1 would not willingly rob anybody of even thesmallest pleasure. I should be very sorry to see the Lord Mayor's Showabolished. It is the only pageant which, in London at least, we have retained toremind us of medieval times. Occasionally shabby, and rarely without someelement of the grotesque in it, nevertheless it is sufficiently handsome,stately, and picturesque to amuse the vast crowd in the streets and interest theladies and children at the windows; and if only for these reasons the functionshould be piously preserved for the recreation of the population of the biggest,and, on the whole, the dullest, capital in the world. [-312-] Again, glibly as some people talk about the necessityfor Municipal Reform, and bluntly as Lord Rosebery may dilate on the admirablework which is being done west of the Griffin - which is in reality a Dragon - bythe London County Council, I hold most strongly that not one whit of comeliness,stateliness, and splendour should be taken from the Lord Mayor's Show, inasmuchas it always has been and always will be, I hope, an annual assertion of theprinciple of the monarchy of the middle classes and an outward and visiblesymbol of the power and influence of the oldest, the most dignified, and themost hospitable municipal corporation in the world. Yet does it strike me that the 9th of November is precisely notthe day when the Conscript Fathers of the City should proceed in triumphalprocession from Guildhall to the New Law Courts, and return to the palace of Gogand Magog to entertain Her Majesty's Ministers, the Judges, the CorpsDiplomatique, and a goodly company of citizens, male and female, at a grand andsumptuous banquet. The earliest civic show on record is said to have taken placein 1236, when Henry III. and Eleanor of Provence passed through the City toWestminster; and when Edward I. came back from Palestine, the citizens, in afrenzy of loyalty, threw handfuls of gold and silver out of the windows amongthe crowd. A comfortable sight to have seen! Would I had been there! It was onthe return of the same monarch from his Scotch campaign that what would appearto have been the [-313-] first Lord Mayor's Show was visible. Each Guild had itsdisplay. The Fishmongers had gilt salmon and sturgeon, drawn by eight horses,and six-and-forty knights riding sea-horses, followed by the effigy of St.Magnus, it being St. Magnus's Day. Was that the 9th of November? I trow not. For very many generations the day after the feast of St.Simon and St. Jude, that is to say, the 29th of October, was that on which theLord Mayor and Sheriffs went by water to Westminster, attended by the barges ofall the Companies, and on their return landed at Paul's Wharf, where they tookhorse, and, with much pomp, passed through "the great street of the City,called Cheapside." The road was kept clear by beadles and men apparelled as"divells," together with wild, stout varlets, whose clubs dischargedsquibs and crackers. In Queen Elizabeth's time, the Lord Mayor was clothed onShow Day in a long scarlet gown, with a black velvet hood, and a rich collar ofgold about his neck. Then came the Aldermen, and last, the two Sheriffs, whoenjoyed then, even as they do now, the proud privilege of paying for half of theGuildhall banquet. There was apparently no speech-making at the Tudor Municipalfeasts, for immediately after dinner the whole company adjourned to eveningprayers at St. Paul's Cathedral - a most wholesome practice. In the evening,however, there were more revels, and there were even discourses; only theoratory proceeded from hired performers arrayed in fantastic garb, supposed to[-314-] impersonate the Moral Virtues. They were unanimous in assuring the ChiefMagistrate that he was only a little lower than the angels; and, I have nodoubt, heartily enjoyed their subsequent supper. It is most irritating after youhave been toiling through the old books about the Lord Mayor's Show to find sovery few notices of the exact day when the pageant and the banquet took place;in fact, it is not until you get to the altogether trustworthy pages of Pepysthat you begin to see land in this respect. It was on the 29th of October in the Restoration year, 1663,being Lord Mayor's Day, and Sir Anthony Bateman being Lord Mayor, that Mr. Pepyshied him citywards. The tailor had just sent him home his new velvet cloak-thatis lined with velvet; the outside was cloth - but the frugal Samuel refrainedfrom wearing the glorified garment, "because of the crowd." So,plainly attired, he went to Guildhall, where he met "Lieutenant - ColonelBaron, a City Commander "- possibly of the Finsbury Archers or the LumberTroop - who took him into the hall and showed him the tables set for thebanquet. Under every salt-cellar there was a bill of fare and the waiters weremarshalled in military array at the end of each table. The diarist noted it as "very strange" that onlyfor the Mayor and the Lords of the Privy Council were there any napkins or anyknives, to say nothing of forks, provided. Fancy having to bring your knife andfork with you when you went to dine at Guildhall! [-315-] This somewhat barbarous practice appears to haveprevailed for at least a hundred years afterwards; for, looking carefully at acontemporary engraving of a banquet at Guildhall, in 1761, when Lord Mayor SirSamuel Fludyer had the honour to entertain George III. and Queen Charlotte, Icannot discern on the well-laid tables anything in the shape of a knife or afork. Oddly enough, the artist has drawn the guests, from Royalty downwards,duly seated at the magnificently spread board, but none of them appear to beeating, and there is not so much as a glass or a decanter to be seen on thetables. Possibly, the company were waiting for the signal to rise for grace tobe said, and then producing their knives and forks from their pockets, they musthave fallen to with the keenest of appetites. That eventually something to drinkwas served out I surmise from the figure in the distance of a waiter with a verylarge wig, who is holding a wine glass on a platter. Fortunately, the bill of fare of this exceptionally handsomebanquet has come down to us; and it is truly interesting to learn from the menuthat the first service comprised venison, turtle soup, and fish of everysort, among which figured mullets, turbots, and tench. Who eats tench now? Thesecond service was composed of teal, quails, ortolans, ruffs, reeves, notts,pea-chicks, snipe, partridges, and pheasants. For the third service, there werevegetables and made dishes, green peas, green morellas, green truffles, ducks'tongues, and "fat livers." After all, gastronomy does [-316-] not seemto have made any very great progress since the first year of the reign of goodKing George III. Indeed, in many instances, it is to be feared that the art hasdegenerated. For all the wonderful acceleration of locomotion due to railroadsand steam navigation which we enjoy at present, English epicures can very rarelynowadays regale on such delicacies as green truffles; and while, as you haveseen, Sir Samuel Fludyer's guests impaired their digestions with foie gras, justas a Lucullus of 1892 might do, they likewise titillated their palates withducks' tongues - a dainty which I apprehend is a stranger to the modern cuisine. There was a fourth course at this luxurious"feed," in which were introduced "curious ornaments in pastry,jellies, and blomonges." In all, not including the dessert, there wereplaced on the tables four hundred and fourteen dishes, hot and cold. Roast beefis not specifically mentioned in the programme, but it was doubtless abundant,and of right old English flavour. The wines were varied and copious; and thecontemporary chronicler tells us that "champagne and burgundy were to behad everywhere, and nothing was so scarce as water." The drinking of toastsseems to have commenced before the dinner was finished. The Common Crier,standing before the Royal table, called for silence, and then proclaimed aloudthat their Majesties drank to the health and prosperity of the Lord Mayor,Aldermen, and Common Council of the City of London. [-317-] Immediately afterwards, this same Crier, who appears tohave fulfilled the functions performed in our days by Toole, Harker, and othernoted civic toastmasters, gave the toast of health, long life, and prosperity tothe King and Queen. Nothing is said of the passing round of the loving cup; andso soon as the banquet was over, the Royal party retired to the Council Chamber,where they took tea. The remaining guests were not suffered to stay and taket'other bottle; the Guildhall being at once occupied by a horde of carpenters.The tables were carried out, the dais recarpeted, and the whole giganticapartment got ready for the ball, with which the festivities were to conclude.The Royalties having returned and seated themselves under the canopy, the ballwas opened by the Duke of York and the Lady Mayoress. Another minuet followed,danced by the younger branches of the Royal Family with ladies of distinction,and the illustrious guests took their departure at midnight; but there was atremendous amount of confusion in Guildhall Yard; and their Majesties had towait fully half an hour before their coach could be brought to the door. They did not get back to St. James's till 2 in the morning;and, in turning under the gate of the Clock Tower, the coachman managed to runhis horses into a sentry-box, the wooden roof of which smashed one of theglasses of the coach. Possibly the coachman and many other of his tribe,including the footman and the link-bearers, had been drinking the health of theyoung King and Queen slightly too often in the course of the [-318-] evening. Itis amusing to note that the Dowager Princess of Wales, who also had to wait awearisome time for the arrival of her equipage, lost her temper, and could notbe persuaded to retire again into the Hall. If one compares this statement witha most diverting description given by Mrs. Delany of a grand city dinner atGuildhall, at which she was present when she was Mrs. Pendarves, quite a youngwoman, early in the reign of George I., it would appear that it was rather thecustom than otherwise for unconscionable delays to occur in getting up thecarriages at the end of the banquet, and that nervous ladies who shrank fromencountering a noisy and usually dirty mob, or who doubted the sobriety of theirown servants, not unfrequently made a night of it in Guildhall itself, and foundimprovised sleeping accommodation where they could. A dinner at Guildhall on Lord Mayor's Day at the present timediffers very widely from the banquet of the past. For more than a hundred years,it is true, the caterers for the guests of the Mayor and Sheriffs'"feed" have been the historic firm of Birch; hut the modern dinner maybe described as a superstructure of the most elegant and artistic cookery,resting, however, on amazingly strong pillars of cold roast beef. In thecosmogony of the Hindus, the globe is symbolised as supported by an elephant,which stands on a tortoise; but what the tortoise itself stands upon, thecosmogonists have failed to tell us. The civic world, I apprehend, might beemblematised as poised on a very fat ox which stands on a fine West Indianturtle, while the turtle itself [-319-] might repose on a pile of those civiccharters which Charles II. had the impudence and the meanness to confiscate fora time, but which have been long since restored to the City, and will never, Ihope, be taken away so long as London remains the capital of the British Empireand of the world. I have eaten, I should say, the turtle of some twenty- threeLord Mayors, although it has not always been on the 9th of November that I haveenjoyed the Chief Magistrate's hospitality. So far as I can judge, the tendencyof the banquet has been to become every year less heavy and more tasteful.Turtle, of course, thick and clear, holds its own, and cold roast beef is alwaysto the fore; but the side-dishes, the game and poultry, the pastry andconfectionery have lost that indigestible solidity by which at city banquetsthey were formerly distinguished. Much less port and sherry and milk punch,again, is drunk at up-to-date civic feasts than was formerly the case; and thechampagne has grown less sweet and less strong than of yore. Moreover, there are at present at Guildhall at the close of a9th of November banquet, dark and distant rumours of tobacco. Somebody, aboutthe time when tea and coffee are being served, seems to be indulging in someremote corner in a cigar or a cigarette; and, at all events, the thin end of thewedge of nicotine so strongly denounced a year or two ago by Dr. Benjamin WardRichardson is being furtively introduced into city manners. In many particulars,the pageant which is visible on an up-to-date 9th of November is funda-[-320-]mentallyidentical with the pictures of the show which we see in old engravings - notablyin Hogarth's dramatic tableaux of the career of the Industrious and the IdleApprentice. Gog and Magog no longer figure, it is true, in the show,their last appearance in the streets having been in 1837, in the mayoralty ofAlderman Lucas, in whose pageant were exhibited two wicker-work copies of theGuildhall giants, 14 feet high; their faces being on a level with thefirst-floor windows of Cheapside. The men in armour, too, whose martial panoplyused to be borrowed from the Horse Armoury of the Tower, and who occasionallyimbibed such deep potations of strong beer as to reel in their saddles in a veryunknightly manner, are rarely seen in a modern show; and gone, too, are the oldallegorical groups representing all kinds of human attributes. Banners, however,of every conceivable colour, and blazoned with almost every conceivable varietyof heraldic cognisances, are as plentiful in the days of Queen Victoria as theywere in those of Queen Bess. Preceding and following the great gilded ark with the sixmuch-bedizened steeds and the Sword-Bearer, looking craftily out of the windowas though he were in search of somebody whose head he might cut off, are half adozen military bands, a volunteer corps or two, some lads from a training ship,perhaps a contingent of a Fire Brigade, and any number of vehicles, sometimeshired from livery stables, but dubbed for the nonce "State chariots,"in which ride the Masters of the City [-321-] Companies. These, with a glitteringcavalry escort, form the most conspicuous features of a Lord Mayor's Show up toDate. It blocks up the arterial thoroughfares for many hours of the day, andleads to a good deal of horseplay and picking of pockets ; still, no Englishmanwho is proud of his country and of its ancient institutions would like to seethe Show shorn of anything of its splendour; but I repeat that the 9th ofNovember is not the period of the year when the pageant should sweep throughLondon streets. We want a Lord Mayor's Show without a fog and with plenty ofsunshine; and it would be much wiser to make midsummer the season for installingthe Chief Magistrate in all his glory. 2b1af7f3a8