Cafe Mimi’s

Hi there.
First, a note: I’m American, and I just filled out the information for this place using my best guess as to how to write out British addresses. I’m not sure if G1 5BX is a postal code or a car model, but I have faith that someone will fix it if it’s wrong.
Now then, on with the show.
My husband and I traveled to the UK for about two weeks for our honeymoon this past October, and we visited quite a few places. I walked down a street that Jane Austen walked down to get home. I walked on a stone that an ancient Roman placed in the ground, presumably with his bear hands (or… I don’t know. Something Roman-​y). I stood in Edinburgh castle and marveled at a city so far removed in both aesthetic and culture from my own that I was nearly breathless from it… But you want to know something? Café Mimi’s is STILL one of the first places I tell people about when they ask me about my honeymoon.
Why? Well, it’s possible that I’m romanticizing my experience well beyond recognition of what it actually was, but from what I recall, this was exactly the kind of restaurant my husband and I had been hoping to find. We walked in, we sat down, and we were immediately greeted by the friendliest of friendly cooks (server/​owner?). I wanted porridge. Did you know that there are about a hundred ways you can have porridge made for you, and that this man among men at Café Mimi’s is willing to sit with you and walk you through them until you both create a porridge experience that is completely customized to you? Like, if your porridge were a computer, then someone would have to make rubber imprints of your fingertips just to break in to it. And you don’t want anyone breaking in to it, because it’s the best damn computer you’ve ever had.
Eh… analogies are dumb. The porridge, on the other hand, was awesome.
Meanwhile, if you order a cup of tea, they bring you a bottomless bowl of it. So. Much. Tea. It’s like, forget the teapot; just bring me all my tea in one cup in one go, and walk away. Walk. Away.
I just asked Dan if he remembered what he got, but since he rarely remembers what he orders in the same minute he ordered it, he informed me just now that he didn’t. He did, however, say that he remembers it being «delicious.»
So, let’s tally up the score here. Friendly and helpful service? Check. Good food? Check. Good prices? Check. Awesome way to spend my last morning in Glasgow? Double check.