Food I Ate Friday - Haut Cakes

Bill and I spent a lovely day together on Saturday (as alluded to in a previous post), and this was just a piece of it's loveliness. We happened upon this little cafe when we went to a favorite coffee shop a few weeks back and we decided to go back and get some food and sit in the sunshine.

The outdoor set-up is so great! Little tables with red umbrellas in an open courtyard between the cafe and a few boutique kind of stores. It was so relaxing! (You can see Bill patiently waiting for me ot take picture :)

When our food arrived we were plesantly surprised with how delicious it was! We got a BLTA (BLT with avocado) that also has a blue cheese mayo and a side of parmesan and parsley fries and we got a grilled chicken sandwich with balsamic and carmalized onions and sundried tomatoes and all kinds of delciousness with a caesar salad side. Honestly, the food was great, the atmosphere was great, and we really just loved the experience.

I thought i'd include a picture of me in this post... since I know I am often behind the camera. I really loved my braids this day! They made me smile and feel carefree :) I'm so happy to report on this cafe and would love to take anyone in the area on a little date to this charming spot!

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