Paid a visit to my neighborhood French bakery cafe yesterday (Saturday) and last Sunday.
“Yeah, so what else is new!”
Ok, butt they have dog bones here so, you know!
Over the years I’ve seen several a celebrity here at this small cafe. Fortunately, I’m rarely impressed by celebrities, unlike most people. Thus, I rarely mention names.
To name drop wood just cheapen my life and make me feel normal. If I see them, I just leave them. As long as they respect my privacy, God Bless them too.
I wood much rather spend time with a wunderful friend, such as my foodie soulmate. Or, drop a couple of unique experiences I had there the past two weekends:
Those of you who are regular readers likely recall this past post about my smart young friend from LCFLint who left this past August to attend college in the southeast: College Advice. Well, I just realized I forgot to remind her to lemme know when she comes home to visit during the holidays so we can meet up.
Yesterday, Saturday, I decide to check into EuroPane on Cream Puff Saturday. You guessed it? She’s there sitting at a table by herself! She’s a lover of EP too. Well, we hugged and talked about her first few months away at college. I give her some of my aged K9 wisdom, of course.
And, what luck!, cuz she’s catching a plane back to the north pole, uh, school today. Weather? “Freezing!” Otherwise, she’s liking her whole new college life, so far!
Coincidence? Fate? Divine Intervention? or just a Meaningless Occurrence?
Last Sunday was another unique experience. Weekends are clearly busiest here. The owner knows I prefer to check in when the times are quiet and I can bee left alone with my reading or computing, eating & drinking.
The unusuality of that day was how unusually busy it was even for a weekend. Every chair/table had the No Vacancy on. I ended up eating in the back kitchen.
After you come in, place your order, get your food – then you leave. Last Sunday, not so fast.
I found the normal exit through the dining area blocked. I was seeing more customers than I had ever seen in my neighborhood cafe. Not only was every chair still packed with butts, but the line was no longer a line.
It looked like EuroPane had opened with a Black Friday sale! To put it nicely, it had transformed into a long, living, breathing, wild curve pack of humans! The curve, uh line, was winding from the order counter, through the tables of seated customers, back to the the entrance. I was not prepared for this kind of setting. Stopped me in my dog tracks.
I’ve heard stories from regulars of busy days at EuroPane where the line literally has gone out the door! Luckily for me I have not been around on those lazy, crazy, daze. My view is this is one restaurant where the repression hasn’t affected it at all. In fact, I wouldn’t bee surprised if they had a better 2009 than 2008!
Butt, I digest…
In this small unassuming cafe I estimated were around two dozen customers in the line, uh, curve. I instantly visualized having to rub shoulders with most of these homo sapiens while reciting, “Excuse me, excuse me,…”, ad nauseam until until it gave me a tinge of nausea. Not a favorite game to play particularly for a Sunday.
I did what any self-respecting dog wood do: Reversed course. My only shimmer of hope to avoid the masses of, uh, humanity. Back in n out through the back door – with a cream puff (not a dogbone) in paw, to go. Bear with me, butt one day some of us will have a Big Macaron tasting party!, for here…
Am I alone with such stories in the world wide blog?
Gotta Think. Stay Thirsty!, My Friends…