Jul 22, 2020 21:26:46 GMT -6
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[attr="class","lyrics"]My only true escape is you
when life's like a knife blade
when life's like a knife blade
[attr="class","postcontent"] Something about the place in front of me just jogged a memory- a perfectly good memory, mind you. The warm smell of baked goods and chocolatey something drifting out of the doorway is not just inviting, it leaves me curious- what sort of food should I expect to see in this place? Anything that I know and love? If I can't find the right sweets, I'm going to have to settle for something else a little less... well, a little less perfect, I guess. Just so long as it's not something disappointing, we should be good. So, upon walking in past the tinkling bell and the faces that probably look up at every incoming visitor, my thoughts are turned to the menu- a little curious, but more than a little interested. Maybe I should search for something that I like on here, see if they have something of a similar caliber that I might like, as well?
Or maybe I should try something with their pastry cream in it. That should tell me what sort of flavor is this shop's forte, shouldn't it? I think so. Tilting my head toward the right curiously, I'm just standing back for a bit from the line, waiting for others to just go in front of me once they notice I'm still deciding. Though, I think I just got asked if I'm alright. Well, yes. Just a murmured "still deciding, go ahead of me" is all that drops from my lips like snow or pearls. Just as I'm about to give up, something strikes me. Pain au chocolat? Well, that sounds a little French to me, but this is Canada, what do I expect? I'd say yes to that any day! Thank goodness for language learning. Chocolate croissants sound good, if I can't get myself the choux à la crème that I love so well. I thought I was going to have to give up for something more or less... well, ordinary. And, to me? Chocolate croissants aren't quite ordinary in my mind. Still, an éclair wouldn't trouble anyone too much, right? A little bit of both, see if I'm going to get disappointed or not today.
A lonely heart needs chocolate, after all.
Calling out all the sighs that I can properly muster into a single, conversational sentence, my eyes glaze over a bit as whimsy overtakes reality to a certain degree. Once up at the register proper, the words come out slowly and softly like a hymn from my childhood. "Hello. Could I have two chocolate croissants and three eclairs?" Paying the nice person at the register with what dollars I could and standing in line with my change to wait for my pastries, my mind goes back to a little corner of a grocery store, filled with an abundance of sweets. A little giggle at the memory of always checking that cooled table to see how many cream puffs were there for the taking, and then just buying them for myself. Days like that make me feel so familiar with the bakery and café setting, the smell of coffee brewing feeling just right to set the scene for a slow read of an old favorite novella and a few napkins to catch the spilled crumbs from my sweets. At least water's free. The little carrying bag in hands, my eyes are on what looks to be a quiet, out of the way round nook. Good thing, too, since it seemed the café was starting to get busier and busier by the minute. Staking out my position and scuttling in, I find my eyes on the door as person after person walked through, ready for their own just desserts.
Savory or sweet, really.
My legs dancing over the ground a little with a slight scraping sound, and I don't know what people are like here in Canada, for the most part- but I left plenty of space open. Not for someone to come by and try and push me out of the corner booth, no- enough for someone to come and join me, since this place seemed to be filling up faster, as though the hour's chime gave everyone the go-ahead to join the queue to get something from here. A book is fine, but if I can read the story in my head without even looking at the pages, it's an old favorite and new friendships can be much more enjoyable.
Or maybe I should try something with their pastry cream in it. That should tell me what sort of flavor is this shop's forte, shouldn't it? I think so. Tilting my head toward the right curiously, I'm just standing back for a bit from the line, waiting for others to just go in front of me once they notice I'm still deciding. Though, I think I just got asked if I'm alright. Well, yes. Just a murmured "still deciding, go ahead of me" is all that drops from my lips like snow or pearls. Just as I'm about to give up, something strikes me. Pain au chocolat? Well, that sounds a little French to me, but this is Canada, what do I expect? I'd say yes to that any day! Thank goodness for language learning. Chocolate croissants sound good, if I can't get myself the choux à la crème that I love so well. I thought I was going to have to give up for something more or less... well, ordinary. And, to me? Chocolate croissants aren't quite ordinary in my mind. Still, an éclair wouldn't trouble anyone too much, right? A little bit of both, see if I'm going to get disappointed or not today.
A lonely heart needs chocolate, after all.
Calling out all the sighs that I can properly muster into a single, conversational sentence, my eyes glaze over a bit as whimsy overtakes reality to a certain degree. Once up at the register proper, the words come out slowly and softly like a hymn from my childhood. "Hello. Could I have two chocolate croissants and three eclairs?" Paying the nice person at the register with what dollars I could and standing in line with my change to wait for my pastries, my mind goes back to a little corner of a grocery store, filled with an abundance of sweets. A little giggle at the memory of always checking that cooled table to see how many cream puffs were there for the taking, and then just buying them for myself. Days like that make me feel so familiar with the bakery and café setting, the smell of coffee brewing feeling just right to set the scene for a slow read of an old favorite novella and a few napkins to catch the spilled crumbs from my sweets. At least water's free. The little carrying bag in hands, my eyes are on what looks to be a quiet, out of the way round nook. Good thing, too, since it seemed the café was starting to get busier and busier by the minute. Staking out my position and scuttling in, I find my eyes on the door as person after person walked through, ready for their own just desserts.
Savory or sweet, really.
My legs dancing over the ground a little with a slight scraping sound, and I don't know what people are like here in Canada, for the most part- but I left plenty of space open. Not for someone to come by and try and push me out of the corner booth, no- enough for someone to come and join me, since this place seemed to be filling up faster, as though the hour's chime gave everyone the go-ahead to join the queue to get something from here. A book is fine, but if I can read the story in my head without even looking at the pages, it's an old favorite and new friendships can be much more enjoyable.
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