I meet Ravi on a drizzly afternoon. He warmly welcomes me inside Parliament On King which, when free from the gentle bustle of King Street’s patrons – feels just like a cosy living room. Turns out, this is exactly what the space was originally, now covered floor-to-ceiling in books and dotted with sweet trinkets. He sits in front of a cream, slightly rusting Vespa – one of the many relics that has always caught my attention walking past the café. Of course, there’s a story behind it – something I quickly come to realise is true for many of the bits and pieces within the modest space.