Cath and I have been trapped in our respective homes this weekend painting (Cath her closet, moi my kitchen). But we managed to slip in a bit of sister time and do a bit of (window)shopping and get a little nosh.
On Cath: Target hat • Alternative Apparel T-shirt • Thrifted belt • J Brand jeans • Mia clogs • thrifted Longchamp purse
On Lar: Target sunnies • French Connection for Sears cargo vest • Snooser Looser quarter-holder necklace • AA shorts • thrifted Anne Klein oxfords
We didn’t have much time after “licking the windows,” so we hopped on over to one of our favorite restaurants/markets in the Highlands for a quick tasty treat. Unfortunately, our flaky pastries were a bit bitter – in the metaphorical sense. Upon purchasing said goodies, I was given the incorrect change. When I explained the situation (“oops! think you forgot a dollar”), the mademoiselle behind the counter said “I’m sure I gave it to you, but I guess I’ll give you another one.” Right O. This was after repeating my order a few times (“Two raspberry croissants, please!” Very complex) because she would start talking to other wait-staff mid-order. Alrighty roo.
On to Kitcath and her ill-fated cafe-au-lait ordering. After purchasing said drink (with a card, smart lady), Cath was standing near the register, stirring in her sugar, when the same charming mademoiselle said, “Did you take the receipt you were supposed to give to me?” Mind you, she could have said “Oh! Did I give you the wrong receipt?” Or even, “Is there a chance I gave you both copies of the receipt?” She decided against the less accusatory tact and went straight for the I’m-not-very-good-at-this-whole-customer-service-thing route. She did manage to find the receipt by the register a few moments later. Well done.
Nothing earth-shatteringly rude, ’tis true. But it was enough to turn us off our ‘au laits and $3.50 croissant, and actually make us think this isn’t a place we’ll be returning to any time soon. We have had pretty good service at this establishment in the past and the food is pricey but worth it. until today.
Has that ever happened to you? Just a mini bad experience that taints a place? Locals, if you know where we’re hinting/talking about, let us know what you think! Maybe we’re being too quick to judge.
Poor, unwitting, raspberry croissant! It wasn’t you, it was your madame!
On to the next sister adventure! (We promise they’ll be more Southern charm next time and less peeved AsianCajuns ;)).
cute photos, i really like your outfits. oh i adore croissants, wish i could eat it every day.and window shopping if cheap and fun
wish you both a wonderful sunday
x
yum yum yum croissants. When I went on holiday last year, all I ate for breakfast for 10 days was croissants. I can eat GOOD ones forever!
Love that romper, Lar. The deets are super cute! and I adore them paired with those coolio cat oxfords. And Cath, I love your jeans! Awesome possum color!
You two are SO cute! I love both your outfits. You’re definitely too cool for school (except Agnes Scott, of course). If you had to have a lame pastry experience, at least you looked really good while suffering. 😉
I got the same thing from San Fran Coffee a while ago, but, thankfully, it was on one of my first few visits so I just decided to keep safe with Highland Bakery and other fab Atl quick pastry places. I do hate when this sort of thing happens though-its so disheartening!
Love Highland Bakery, Victoria! Cath and I should have gone there instead!
Ugh, that place has gone down hill. I liked the market a lot when it and used to go all the time (walking distance) but it’s been a while now. Plus one time i went there were so many flies inside that i got totally disgusted. Yuck!
I’m glad to know it’s not just all in our AsianCajun heads, June! Cath and I used to love it too. So sad when the good go bad!
i’ve been there a few times but the air is totally diff from a place like highland bakery. they’re warmer (at least the bakery people are!). parish people seems like they can be a bit uppity. anyhoo sucks that you gals had a bad experience! 🙁