Katherine and I decided to get away today, try a new coffee shop, and toddle about in Fullerton. After our failed attempt at dining in McClains (something about a "cash only" sign we saw a good seven minutes after perusing the selections), we went to our original, but slightly more pricey, choice...
Lets just say it was the right one and that that "cash only" sign fell out of heaven to prevent us from partaking in such a sub-par experience. The Cafe Veronese is truly the eclectic haven, run by Koreans, dubbed French, with mix-matched furniture and art everywhere, and crazy plants flowing out over your very heads as you ate. It was originally a house that was turned into a cafe, and I believe the owners live upstairs. It was quite charming and just kept on producing more little nooks and corners as we kept on exploring the garden.
I loved this shed/room! Random scraps of art and notes were pinned all over the walls, with low tables and cozy arm chairs for studying.
The food was pricey, but so delightful, and I could not get over the fact that they brought me my fruppiccino in a JAR...too good. It was perhaps the most carmelicious thing I have ever had.
After our delightful dining experience, we galavanted up the street stopping at a thrift store (with great success) and antique stores. This one antique store we went to (I forgot the name...and yet somehow I feel as though they are all simply called 'Antique Store') was so inspiring. Usually antique store shopping involves you becoming quickly overwhelmed with a bunch of old stuff that probably shouldn't be around anymore, let alone sold for $200, and, after a while, all looks the same. But this place was so useful, and the owner was so adorable! The store had hundreds of old post cards, beautiful jewelry, old pencil tins, adorable compact mirrors, and kitchen utensils. I could not get enough of this little jar with a strange lid that crushed nuts . Of course it had little roses painted on it...I mean come on! What's the good in a peanut cruncher without the roses, people?! Once we got in the car to leave, we looked at each other and said, "we're coming here every week"...and i really hope we do.
The night ended with a concert featuring Menaham Pressler, one of the greatest pianists in the world, alongside our superb faculty, in a riveting, chamber music experience. I was swimming through everything...
Could the day have been any better? I don't think so. Three cheers for simplistic pleasures that pepper life with joy and a kindred friend to experience them with.
