It’s hard to imagine Cardiff without this priceless, well-loved arts and community hub, with its own spacious café and all-day diversely-stocked bar.
(Although I’ve never eaten at this venue, all drinks have been fine - including their delicious hot chocolate!)
The centre also hosts interesting live theatre and even boasts its own intimate cinema.
And there are long tables, powerful wifi and copious plug sockets (I’ve never seen so many!) for the many laptop users it attracts.
If I had to change anything I would make the main café, meeting and bar area a little less clinical.
Maybe pools of subtle, diffused coloured lights or shades could be used - especially in the evening to enhance the ambience and atmosphere - at the moment it’s all white and grey, which doesn’t suit the winding down evening vibe.
It just needs to feel a little cosier, enhanced also by a few comfortable-but-modern chairs. Presently, everyone is still making do with school canteen-style chairs - okay for eating and working, but not so much for relaxing.
That said, don’t let me put you off visiting, the transformation from old school building to modern arts oasis has been spectacular.
It’s a unique venue with a very wide fan base: actors, artists, business people, students, hipsters, theatre/cinema goers, ageing hippies, weirdos, families, kids, senior citizens, the wealthy, the poor… etc etc - all life is here - enjoying a latte.
As regards the toilets that are shared by both men AND women, this is Monty Python-esque, LOO-piness.
It goes without saying that women and girls need the safe, private “sanctuary” of dedicated toilets, as their toilets have been for thousands of years, would you believe.
Of course, it’s only a matter of time before toilet sanity is restored and the manager puts his head in his hands, and exclaims: “What WERE we thinking?”
Anyway, long live Chapter - a jewel in Cardiff’s social and arts crown, and a nice change from the formulaic, corporate soullessness that permeates most cities.
(DID YOU KNOW? Around a hundred years ago, when the building was a school, a certain young boy, named Brinley, attended here. He eventually emigrated to Australia and later fathered a supremely talented daughter. She was Olivia Newton John.)