Mocha Cream Cake

Mmmm, delicious (again from La Patisserie).

I should be writing my essay, but reminiscing about this cake was so much more fulfilling. Four more days until I mail this drippy, self-involved packet of redundancy off to the icy hellscape, where it will be critiqued by a similarly drippy, self-involved panel of redundancy. Oh the joys of an English major. We are like the convent-sequestered virgin brides of yesteryear who have learned no real skills beyond an arsenal of rich husband-pleasing antics: stitching, literary analysis, waxing poetic on cultural theory at upscale cocktail parties, derrida/fanon/deleuze/barthes/lacan/and the rest of the snooty mafia francais.

Just one of those days...

It was warm but refreshingly breezy. Just one of those hopeful, pleasant days where everyone is in their kicky urban summer wear, sipping macchiatos with the sun in their eyes. Without explanation, the power went out for an entire block, liberating a storeful of Coffee Bean employees towards an afternoon of irresponsibility as well as a storeful of chocolate samples towards my eager embrace (they would have melted anyway!). And as I strolled about, overcaffeinated (Starbucks) and overdosed on dark-chocolate-with-caramel, I felt surprisingly great because I love this city, I love this state, and I never knew how good I had it until I left. So it's decision time again four years later, and though I know in the future I will want to bitchslap myself for saying this, I hope I make the right one for me.

Saturdays are for eating

Cherry Sushi:





Deluxe Dragon Roll (YUMYUMYUM).


Oyako-don (rather bland and disappointing).


La Patisserie:








Banana Custard (though very pretty, it was kind of bland)


Raspberry Chocolate Cheesecake (rich, lasting, and extremely gooood).


Cafe Vienna (a lighter cake with cappuccino flavors and very very good)

Pedal boats + heart shaped cloud at Shoreline