Story time: for awhile I was dating a boy. Shocker, right? I would often bus out to his apartment along East Franklin on the weekends to spend time with him. One morning, on my way back to my home in Dinkytown, I noticed there was a bakery being put in along my way home. I saw that it was going to open on Valentine's Day. I was hoping to go to this bakery with that boy on Vday, but um... We broke up whatever it was we were the day before Valentine's Day, so I was screwed there. I have amazing luck, don't I? Once he and I broke it off, I didn't have much of a reason to ride the 2 along Franklin, so I had almost forgot about the bakery I had once longed to visit, until last Friday. This is how I began my spring break. Welcome to Mon Petite Cheri in the Seward neighborhood of Minneapolis. Upon walking in, you'll be in cutesy central. There are vintage cookbook recipes under the glass of each table, adorable decorations around the restaurant that remind me of my grandma's kitchen, but somehow everything is still a little bit modern and very intriguing. I hadn't yet eaten that day, so I ordered breakfast and a cafe miel, even though I had told myself I was just stopping by for bakery items. Essentially, I lied to myself. I'm really good at that. So there I sat with my favorite espresso drink, and my favorite breakfast combination. I"m not usually a huge jam on toast sort of girl, but the employees informed me their homemade raspberry jam was sort of a big fucking deal. So of course I tried it. Yes it was tasty. Yes I ate the whole container of it. Yes I surprised myself because I honestly don't think I've ever eaten jam or jelly in my life (I know. I don't even do PB&J. It's straight up PB for me always). Throughout my time at Mon Petite Cheri, I texted my mom. A lot. She was about to start a cleanse the next day, and I was trying to get her to have a sort of "Last Supper" with me here. If we're being honest, I just really wanted her to buy me one of every bakery item so I could try it. Yeah. That so didn't work. Even when I told her about the rooster decorations; and she's crazy about roosters. Ok I'm going to be honest: to me, this is the best way to spring break. I don't need a beach with a bunch of drunken twenty-somethings waiting for the next wet t-shirt contest. I need good coffee and good food. It was a welcoming environment. The fellow customers were friendly and chatty. The employees seem to still enjoy their jobs there (well duh, the bakery has only been open for a month... They better like it), and I felt very calm and relaxed in the hour that I spent there, away from the rest of the world... Besides my mother. Let's be honest. I kinda would stick with my mom if I could.
By the way. Even though she didn't come buy me a bakery item, I bought my own. A molasses creme cookie sandwich. It was totally worth it.
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