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| - Back in June (or whenever the hell my second week of vacation was for the year), I went to go see my big sis in Charlotte. When I was there, she kept telling me about this bakery I just had to try. Nestled in the NoDa district (hipster central), we went to Amelie's, a 24 hour French bakery/hangout.
Now, my sister is fluent in French, and I used to live (and cook!) there. When it comes to all things French, I can be pretty critical of it (kind of like the same way I am with steaks). So, we decided to go. She had been before, and she enjoyed it- but told me there are times when the line can be out the door.
When you pull up, it looks like it is in a strip mall of warehouses (new or old, I have no idea). When you walk in, you are what seems to be you immersed in pop culture. I would like to think of it as if Andy Warhol designed the place. There is a counter with all of the pastries and desserts, and a chalked menu of everything else. I noticed the seating is interesting, as there are no two tables alike- and it seems there are as many couches as there are seats.
My first visit, I ordered the croque monsieur and a cream soda. Sis got some kid sized stuff- I asked her if that was all she was getting? We sat at one of the tables near the door. As we were waiting, I kept getting the signature dirty looks. If anyone wanted to start some shit, I was ready!
The food then came out. It was pretty decent, with the flavors of cheese and Dijon adding to it. I scarfed it, and was wanting more. But it being a French bakery and all (and the dirty looks I was getting), I decided to just have that.
When I came back in town for Thanksgiving, I brought my best friend with me. We decided to go back. This time, it was him, my sister, my year old nephew, and myself. This time, I was starving, and I was not going to hold back.
I ordered a croque monsieur again, and a ham sandwich with cheese. My buddy got some kind of sandwich, but I don't remember. I remember at the time, we didn't get a number (for whatever reason), and then I realized everyone else did. We had 3 sandwiches coming, they better not lose the order!
We sat at a table in the back, with a couch and 2 chairs. I was playing with my nephew as his face was covered in chocolate (sis got eclairs). My sis took him outside for a few to get some air. We were waiting a few, and then I thought I saw our food come out, and the runner you could tell was baffled, as there was no number.
She then ran another order of food, and then I got her attention- "I think those were our sandwiches". The funny thing is, we never got a receipt either, so it was a matter of faith. Our food then came out.
This time, the croque was very flaky, and not like in a buttery flaky way, but like "god damn, I need water after every bite" flaky. I washed it down with the other sandwich. Thankfully the cream soda is sold in pints!
It's cool that this place is open at all hours of the day and is pretty large, but I don't know- I can come here every so once in a while, but that gaffe was kind of a turn off. All the cashier had to say it was for the big motherfucker in camo and a braves hat. I can ASSURE I was the only one...
Another thing that irked me was seeing the crème brulee was already bruleed. The topping gets compromised after sitting there for 3 hours or more, and let's be honest, they aren't making crème brulees every 3 hours... And if they are, I sincerely apologize. But like a great cannoli, you fill the shell when you order it.
But hey, what the hell would I know about French cuisine...
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