Do you find Sundays are unpredictable? As in, some Sundays are perfect when you don't leave the house, and some Sundays you think you'll go mad if you don't get out. In winter, I'm probably equally balanced between those two extremes, but on the days when I want nothing more than to go out, I tend to be at a total loss as to what to do - particularly on those Sundays when H1 spends the morning cycling. I go out to brunch fairly frequently, but I can't do that every Sunday. Shopping gets old pretty quickly, especially when you're not actually shopping. I'm not really a daytime movie sort of person (and to me, going to movies means you may as well stay at home and watch something).
When I whine that I want to go out, what I actually mean is that I want to get out of the house and its distractions contained within, sit somewhere lovely, and talk to someone I like while soaking up the atmosphere. And what better place to do that than in a warm little local cafe?
We have a great place called Arte Around the Corner in our neighbourhood, which is a tiny space, bursting at the seams with slightly shabby soft chairs, couches, and decidedly rickety little tables. The service is like the chairs - a bit rough around the edges, but warm and welcoming. The coffee is pretty good* and the cakes are delicious.
I'm trying to reduce the amount of coffee I drink, so on a recent trip I went with tea. Ginger tea, too, not the Lady Grey I like to drink at home**. It was good, but not as good as the pecan slice I got to go with it (because I have no problem with sugar).
The best bit, though, was snuggling up in a soft chair that's seen better days, trying not to throw the table out-of-kilter every time I picked up my teacup, and conversing with my favourite person late on a Sunday afternoon, while we ignored the steadily-creeping-closer Monday. In short, hurrah for afternoon tea!
*High praise for New York, where the coffee is never really up to my New Zealand-set standards.
**This is a caffeinated tea, so I may as well just drink coffee, but I feel less guilty when I'm working my way through multiple cups of tea. Makes sense, right?