the art of living

My boyfriend and I went out to brunch today to a quaint little restaurant on our block. We had been there a few times for dinner before, and the place is recently under new ownership, so thought we'd try out their new brunch selection. First off, they painted all the vintage metal chandeliers turquoise, so I was immediately enjoying the new look of the place. There are now featuring all sorts of huge canvas paintings on the walls- a new addition. Within minutes of walking through the door, I find myself liking the new owners.

We both enjoyed the Vienna French Toast with brown sugar cinnamon butter. Add a few cups of coffee to the whole mix (chandeliers in my favorite color! huge pieces of art on almost every wall! brown butcher paper lining each table!) and suddenly I'm pinching myself and wondering if I've died gone to a cafe in heaven.

Our bill arrived in a turquoise envelope- how cute is that? Similar to when I find myself in awe of handmade tags on handcrafted things in shops, I sometimes get such a small thrill from unique little touches.