That I would NEED a hot beverage in the South at 2pm in the middle of April is unacceptable.
A sunny yet frigid day ushered me into Amelie's Uptown.
First impression: Huge.
The lighting & chandeliers (cue Sia and that creepy little dancer) still managed to convey a sense of intimacy. Found a corner with a view of the kitchen and sipped my beverage watching all the pastry making unfold. The staff joyfully baked and prepped, laughing and joking with each other. They appeared so engaged and delighted in their work! Though I couldn't hear them, for some reason, "bibbitty bobbitty boo" played in my head.
I skipped ordering a pastry, while the nice young woman at the counter kept insisting I try one of the many varieties of macarons. I declined, and on another note, they seem to be the darling dessert of the moment. All of a sudden, they're everywhere! They're okay, but I don't get it. What's so great about macarons?