About this Business
- Coffee, Cafe, Tea
The food was good an the owner was very hospitable. But....they have closed :(
Nice help. Mediocre food.
More or less self service find a place to sit -look for a chair-look for menus-go to counter to order-they do bring you your order-bus your table when you leave. Probably fine for people who want a cup of coffee and use their computer at a large table for several hours.
Nice home-style joint...Great atmosphere.
long waits, long service, self serve weard ! rustic, wouldn't take guests there too much of a hasstle. Have to order at counter for each person not good for a group of people.
Two people in my group ordered dishes with the spuds. Both didn't finish them because they were greasy. I myself enjoy a little grease but maybe look at that when you send them out?
Loved it! Very, very friendly staff. The food and coffee were excellant!
The interior needs to be de-cluttered. They have chairs lining the walls randomly and one big table that can't even be used because it has product piled on it. It's like they just moved in.
for wanting to be known for the coffee...they got both our coffee drinks wrong. I had called ahead and asked what time they closed. We had been there about 10 minutes and they were turning people away an hour before they had told me was closing time.
You made our party of four feel very Welcome and explained the menu well.
From Our Editors
The story of Brown's Coffee Café begins in Europe during World War II, where the wartime experiences of Virgil Brown, owner Neal Brown's father, motivated him to seek a peaceful, provincial life. In the 1960s, Virgil moved the family to the Okanagan Valley in British Columbia in search of this tranquil existence. But although the Brown clan found life on their 400-acre dairy farm fulfilling, the hard economic realities of dairy farming drove the family back to urban living.
Years later, when happenstance flung Neal into the world of coffee, his days on the farm filled him with sympathy for coffee farmers who harvested beans for menial wages, out of sight and out of mind for the coffee drinkers abroad enjoying the fruits of their labors. Neal therefore resolved that his shop would use only fair-trade beans that were free of chemicals and pesticides and capable of providing an honest wage to hard-working farmers. Eventually, like a popcorn kernel under an interrogation lamp, the café expanded, and it now includes a menu of chorizo burritos, cuban pulled-pork sandwiches, and other fare that represents the traditions of numerous nations, just as Neal's story does.