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café en France

Today J needed to do some more “remote testing” for her new Mac before she leaves the country. She wants to make sure she knows how to use it, how to remote into her own computer here in the lab, and all that jazz. So we went to Panera bread last time and had a blast trying some new things out – she wasn’t able to get into her desktop back at home, but she did learn a few things. This time she really wanted to get the hang of it so we took out a few hours of the day and went uptown to Noda. A little French bakery called Amelie’s. So adorable!! We loved it immediately.

Now, for some absurd reason we both felt a little nervous as we walked up the stairs to the curtained doors that faced the sidewalk. I dont’ know why – maybe the building itself was imposing in some way. Anywho, we boldly walked up and stepped inside. A charming atmosphere greeted us with light [French] blue walls, widely striped, and interesting decor around us. All the light fixtures were different, unique and stylish in a really weird way. One had metal kitchen utensils stuck all over it, another was made of two brightly-colored urns and an Eifel Tower with a lamp-shade on top. The chandeliers were big, happy, and shed a light that was welcoming at the least. Tables of all different shapes and sizes were clustered around the room – or I should say rooms. There must have been at least three or four not counting the kitchen, although we didn’t feel quite comfortable exploring just yet. Maybe next time. :-)

We walked up to the counter with our backpacks and purses, eagerly ready to catch a glimpse of the famed bakery items. Under the glass there were trays and trays of gorgeous, delicious-looking pastries, tarts, rolls, and sweets. Each item shone up saying, “pick me!” so it was hard to choose. We had already eaten lunch, but I will say that they have sandwiches there for those who are more for lunch than for dessert (who, in their right mind?). We finally narrowed it down to two: the salted caramel brownie, and the cinnamon raisin bun. They both looked so amazing that we couldn’t resist. Also, two iced coffees.

I’ll break here to tell you that in all the reviews, they praise their coffee like it’s juice of the gods. We were inclined to try it, as we are pretty proud of our own Residentiary coffee-maker. I’ll also add that although we are amature-coffee-connoisseurs, we’re not very fond of coffee straight. So we asked for one shot of “something”. Anything really, could be caramel, raspberry, Kahlua, Godiva, Baileys, etc, etc, etc. However, the man looked at us like we were crazy and replied with, “We don’t have any flavors here.” in a quiet, yet seemingly appalled voice. We gave each other a look and both ordered straight iced coffees, no sugar. The order was placed, and very shortly after we were sitting at a small table with an oversized checker-board painted on. Immediately after setting up our laptops, we divvied up the desserts and made a toast. “Cheers!”……… “Oh, my, word! Wow! This is so good!”……… moments later, “This is really good!”………. “This is the best iced-coffee I’ve ever had.”

So yeah, they lived up to their reputation. Amazingly good coffee, incredibly good food. :-D We’re going back for more “remote testing” (hah, right!) as soon as we can. The nice thing about this place, Amelie’s, is that it’s open 24/7! Most of the coffee-shops around close at around 9:00pm, so if we’re ever out past then (almost always) it’s hard to get some good coffee. Looks like we’ve found our solution! ;-) I recommend this to everyone and anyone. It’s a friendly, quiet, cheerful, unique, urban-chic, and relaxing environment that you can totally chill in for hours. It’s a large place, and once you’re there you’re really quite at home. Please check it out.

M.fs


gotcha

Plinky Prompt: Describe a “Hah! I told you so” moment you had recently. 

This is actually a really hard question for me. Usually I’m pretty agreeable, and my family and I are normally pretty like-minded. However, I can think of one time, not too recently, but actually, it’s probably the last time it happened. 

Few weeks ago, my sister and I were knitting, and she asked me, “Is this 9 1/2 inches yet?” I looked at it. A simple question to many, I’m sure. However, I have been blessed and cursed with a knack for being analytical. Everyone I know agrees – it’s kind of what I’m known for. :-\ I looked, said, “Actually I think you’re about half an inch short.” She gave me a look that clearly read, “I can’t believe you’re making such a big deal out of this. You better be kidding me.” I sped-read it and nodded vigorously. “Yeah, it’s definitely half an inch to an inch short.” I whipped out my tape measure as she shrugged and waited patiently for my analytical spasm to end. I pulled it out and it measured exactly 9 inches. I sighed with relief. I grinned as I looked up. 

This, in case you missed it, is my “I told you so” moment, though I would never say it. That’s just not me at all. I gave her the look, and that was enough… 

She rolled her eyes. I watched in horror as she took hold of the top of the project and stretched it across the table with a yank. <gasps!> “There,” she said matter-of-fact-ly, “exactly 9 1/2.” 

A smirk followed. This, dear reader, is *her* “gotcha” moment. I got the look, and we both continued knitting. The tape measure still laid out, reminded us both of our trial and error, and we were fine. The rest of the day we were best buds, as usual. :-) I love the way we smooth things over. 

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cafe au lait

I suppose when I picture it it’s in Paris, France, on the corner of a wet, cobblestone street, surrounded by those little shops that make it so comfortable. I could go on and on about the interior of the cafe, but as for the delight of your ears, read on…

Coffee Shop
Is it too cliché to have Landon Pigg’s “Falling In Love at A Coffee Shop” playing at my little cafe? I suppose it is, but I love the song anyway.

Streetlight
Joshua Radin. Yes. Couldn’t be more perfect – I’d have every song he wrote playing in my little corner-cafe. He’s soothing, yet up-beat. His voice is so easy to listen to, but it’s clear and deep. His sound is so so perfect.

Ma Jeunesse
Carla Bruni sings in French, and that language is usually related in some way to cafes, at least to me (see top paragraph). Her sound is soft yet interesting, so I’d definitely include her in the playlist. I’m all about variety.

Everybody
Ingrid Michaelson is modern, quiet, inspiring, different, and easy-listening for sure. She’s just meant to be coffee-shop background.

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Life in the Real World – Day 1

Life in the “real world”, obviously misunderstood by most people. <wink> See with my job, it’s highly debatable that I live in the real world, and some people may say I’m apt to daydream, or believe that fairy-tales are true. <grimace> well here’s day one of living in the real world. I’m determined to live in the here and now, knowing full well that we are not in Hollywood, and reality is never counterfeit.

This morning I awoke at 5:30am due to the alarm. Why I have to get up at the crack of dawn every morning escapes me – probably because I grew up in such a military-like, scheduled, routined house. So groggily I got up, and headed (as always) straight for the coffee. <grin> My own creation is normal coffee with half a packet of hot cocoa powder, and a spoonful of Irish Cream. Some of my friends call it an Irish Java, but technically it’s an Irish Mocha. Either way, it gets me going, and it’s exactly what I need in the morning. Especially this morning. As soon as I got to work I found a ticket in my queue (Shipping) that directed me to call FedEx and see where this mysterious “missing package” was. <sigh> So first thing in the morning I call 1.800.Go.FedEx, and asked them where it was. After two more calls, (not to say I’m not efficient) they told me they were going to run a “tracing scan” for the package. I was impressed, obviously they were taking it seriously. Later they called back with the bad news that unfortunately, they can’t do anything else, and insisted that the only other thing left to do would be to call the shipper… aka, Dell. Have you ever called Dell? Well after three calls to them, I know one thing is certain: They have great hold music. <smirk> Thankfully, with their help I did end up resolving the problem, and thank goodness, we’re in the clear. Not our problem! But, I mean, with three calls to Dell, and about a billion calls to FedEx, plus followup calls with my boss, doesn’t the fact that it’s not our fault seem a bit too good to be true after all this hassle? Maybe, maybe not.

After another cup of coffee, I’ll be just about ready for the afternoon off of work (I wish), and then comes tomorrow. <sigh>

M.fs


If Everybody Did…

This morning I woke up feeling tired. After the morning routine I’ve gotten myself into, I headed straight for the coffee pot (Jura Capressa), and made myself a strong cup. Sitting at my kitchen table and breathing in the soothing and yet bitter aroma of the coffee beneath my nose, and felt like something to eat, I was surprised to see in the refrigerator, a cinnamon bun from my sister (we live in the same house)! How sweet of her to think of me. I felt like that moment in “Family Man” when Nicolas Cage finds out unexpectedly that it’s his anniversary and has forgotten to get her a present. However, I gratefully dove fork and knife into my breakfast. (I never eat anything without a fork and knife unless it’s a raw vegetable, Pizza Hut pizza, or a cookie.) It got me thinking, “What if everybody did?” as in, that old book about instances that could become disastrous if everybody did, for instance: If one girl put a tack on a chair… if everybody did… etc. It reminds me a lot of peer-pressure actually. Anyway, the point being, if everybody was as kind and thoughtful as my sister, our world would be so different I have no doubt we would not recognize it to be earth. They say whatever you do effects your surroundings, you know. Even if everyone did just one thing every day that was kind or thoughtful to someone, a relative, a friend, a neighbor, etc. So that’s my weekly resolution (why wait till New Years?): I’m going to do something “nice” (for lack of better word at the moment) for someone every day. I encourage whoever is reading this to do likewise.

M.fs


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