I’ve been trying to put this post up for a grand total of three Fridays now, but alas it has not been in the cards. I suppose fate has willed the creation of Insta-Saturday, an event as charmingly original as the setting of this post. I’m very excited to introduce you to my favorite taste of Europe in Atlanta: Cafe Intermezzo. With its continental charm, expansive coffee menu, and 2 a.m. close time, it’s an affordable, yet upscale way to make your evening classier (though you will have to battle with the hordes of teenage boys who have the same idea for their prepubescent date night). It’s perfect for a lady luncheon.
When I say expansive coffee menu, I’m not kidding. I’ve always liked it, namely because I’ve always enjoyed seeing non-alcoholic drink options outnumber food offerings (that’s when you know there is a good base line drink), but Cafe Intermezzo is by no means dry, and if you flip to the back of the veritable treatise on drink-making, you’ll find plenty of flavors to “spice up” your beverage. As for food, I’d highly recommend the Parisian Turkey sandwich. You may find it a bit dry, but I think that the added cucumber and raspberry make a lovely combination.
I love Cafe Intermezzo, but one thing always leaves me on the fence. They don’t display the names of their cake offerings. I can’t decide whether the process of getting up every time and going down the line pointing and asking is magical or plain inefficient. For those of you who prefer cheesecake, they have one counter devoted to cake and the other to cheesecake, so you too can participate in this “ritual.”
What I wore
My Tablecloth Dress! I love this piece, which I picked up in a sadly now-defunct boutique in St. Augustine. We didn’t get too many pictures of it at Cafe Intermezzo, so I’ve included a few of us goofing around at high tea in Oxford, England (another time I wore it). From the first one, you can see why it reminds me of a tablecloth. The shape is so unique, and I’ve never found anything else like it… The shoes are Ann Taylor (shout out to my father on the excellent find). Further, to spice up this number, in Oxford I added a hat and gloves, but at Cafe Intermezzo, I think my family was my favorite accessory.
The Clothesline 