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| - I've been here a few times because my girlfriend absolutely loves it. I guess I'm just not a fan of french baked goods or whatever because I've yet to be blown away by anything I've tried so far. I have ordered a variety of things and haven't been impressed with any of it. I seriously think that maybe I just don't like french cuisine due to the ENORMOUS amount of people that love this place.
It's always packed to the gills and that's saying a lot because the establishment is huge. I do enjoy the way it's laid out and decorated. Very artistic and mellow. It reminds me of an on-campus college eatery of sorts. It also attracts a lot of early twenty somethings and of course when that happens, I think it's pretentious and overrated because I hate conformity. Maybe that's why I'm lonely. I go here to sip a cup of coffee and glance from behind my teacup at the potential friendships I may develop, only to realize I'm a disappointment in everything I do and that no one will ever truly understand or love me. So I choke down the sandwiches of hard bread. I apathetically chew the crescent roll pastries until I grow bored with it, half eaten, growing more and more stale by the second. Stale like this life I've sluggishly and lethargically meandered along, awaiting for my hope and faith in humanity to renew. Envious of all those smiling and content faces that reflect success and happiness. They get what they want and they love it here, but it makes me depressed. Won't someone give me a hug? I mean, is it the beard? Should I shave it off? I like my beard though. I guess I'll have to settle on me liking the little things about myself since no one else like anything about me. Even my girlfriend settled on me. It's becoming more obvious every time she just nods at my attempt at humor, unsmiling, eyes screaming out for help too, in hopes that some 24 year old Vespa driving French man, or woman even, thanks to me, will come rescue her from this life with me that she never in a hundred years would have envisioned when our romance was still fresh. It too has grown stale.
So yeah, that sums up how I feel about this place.
UPDATE: Since the customer service woman of Amélie's gave me an internet hug, I feel the need to update my rating from two stars to three. This place, and my life, are A-OK now. I see the sun shining through the clouds and my girlfriend set up a ménage à trois with her new French girlfriend and I, which by the way has been surprisingly nice so far... she's a real sweetheart... so all is well.
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