le petit beaujolais

cafe beaujolaisryan and i drove out early morning breakfast down in eagle rock today. fresh cold orange juice, eggs benedict, and an avacado omlette. mmmm. strangely, every time i see poached eggs, i think of this quote:

Just as a poached egg isn’t a poached egg unless it’s been stolen from the woods in the dead of night!

Betcha don’t know where that’s from.

torte in festabeforehand, we ran down to the italian bakery on colorado to taste some cake and cookies.

mmm. we will be returning.

in the meantime, we’ll enjoy our newly purchased italian cake in a box… reminicent of the breakfasts that we had in rome and florence (breakfast in venice sucked).

join us for coffee and cake tomorrow?

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