Blues Java Bar

we usually go there with friends after our swimming class once a week. great coffee and the owner Leah is a wonderful woman. she is very warm and friendly and she makes her own baked goods, sandwiches etc. I highly recommend to anyone who needs a little refreshment in a warm and inviting atmosphere. She also has scarves and other crafts displayed that are gorgeous. My husband bought me a beautiful red silk scarf. great little place!

We usually drop-​in to this cozy-​casual corner café after a walk or cross-​country skiing at Goldbar Park. We have never been disappointed.
Leah’s welcoming smile and sparkling eyes welcome the steady flow of regulars. Her coffee is fresh and her service is a big bundle of welcome. Our egg salad sandwich was made from a fresh batch she had mixed that morning (she is arrives at 6 am, opens at 7 a.m., six-​days a week).
The east Africa (Kenya) theme offers an ever changing selection of good-​value, handicrafts and all you want to know about this part of Africa.

Cute place, great milkshakes and Italian sodas, the lady who runs it is extremely friendly, good customer service.

In my quest to discover quality indy coffee shops in Edmonton I tried out the Blues Java Bar today.
It’s nestled in the corner of a small strip mall in the Capilano area.
Upon entering I noticed several chalk boards perched up high itemizing the menu.
Little sets of tables and chairs are also at the entrance. I was greeted by a tall woman with a smiling face who invited me to sit where ever I wanted.
After perusing the menu I decided upon a large glass of hot apple cider a bowl of soup de jour, a grilled panini and a cinnamon bun for dessert.
The soup came first. On a sign on the road outside the shop it stated «home made soups». Well I can almost 99.9% guarantee that the soup I had today was canned soup and not home made. I mean who cut carrots and potatoes into small squares (other than Campbell’s)? And then there’s that unmistakable bland taste that comes from all canned soups, never homemade.
The panini came next. Now I love panini’s and order them whenever I get the chance where they are offered, so I know panini’s. This particular panini consisted of a few pieces of sliced up ham you can purchase from the deli, a few equally thin pieces of cheese and some chopped up red and green peppers. It was probably the most pathetic panini I ever had.
Finally out came the cinnamon bun. It was about the size of an apple and was no doubt store bought. Total cost was $ 18.
Not only was the food a big disappointment but so was the atmosphere. I mean you’d expect a place called the Blues Java bar to play some groovy music in background for ambiance, but no, all you could hear was the rumble of the freezer and the endless bitching and whining of the seniors talking to the owner.
I don’t know how some of the Unilocalers can give this place a 4 – 5 star rating. Sure the owner is super nice, very friendly and talkative. But a restaurant actually has to deliver the goods to impress me.
A restaurant with good customer service and inferior food is akin to a fat girl wearing sexy lingerie — it can’t make up for what is lacking.
Before I left the owner showed me a marker board displaying all the pasta they were serving in the evening for their supper menu… yeah, like I want to spend $ 15 for a can of Spaghetti Os or Chef Boy RDee…
Forget it.

Lovely little independent coffee shop Smells so good when you enter. Owner and staff very friendly. Once I arrived in time for great ginger cookies there that I still dream about.

This is a hidden gem, because itâs not much from the outside, or even from the inside. But the owner, Leah, welcomes you into her place like itâs her home. In an age where genuine human contact is increasingly rare, women like Leah can help but put a smile on your lips and feel a little lighter with whatever load youâre carrying. She welcomes you and thanks you for coming, and in between, sheâs eager to find out what she can get you, and doesnât speak to you like a customer, but like another human being. The day I came in she was lounging around with two of her elderly guests, talking to them like family. There are some couches amid the tables and chairs and the places has been decorated with Caribbean décor. It feels homey and festive. I went to pay for my freshly brewed coffee and cinnamon bun and realized it was cash only. I asked her if there was a bank machine close by. She said not to worry but to sit down and enjoy my coffee, Then when I was done sheâd tell me where to find a bank machine. When I was done, she simply said. Come again and pay next time. Luckily I found change spilled at the bottom of my purse and could pay. Either way, I was thrilled to find a place with warm people to go outside the city rush and mainstream cookie-​cutter options that make one suburban block look like the next.