James and I both have Sundays and Mondays off. The former is usually spent recovering from Saturday night, while Monday tends to be our day to do"Jemily" stuff.
But because I am now getting closer to 30, Sunday wasn't quite enough time to undo Saturday night.
So on Monday, in the midst of a pretty epic couch session, when James asked me what I felt like doing I said "Afternoon tea" without really thinking about a) the fact that I didn't want to move and b) it was already 4--kind of late for tea time.
But surprisingly, he went with that and soon tracked down a place on Yelp: The Coffee Trade; a combo antique store/cafe in Avon, CT.
I managed to rally because nothing fills my cold, black heart more than the idea of drinking a latte surrounded by old doll clothes.
No, really.
Ok, not really. But the place sounded pretty cool and after day two inside, I figured I could stand to get some air.
In case you aren't familiar with Avon, CT, it pretty much represents 'Old New England' but with more $$. The name alone sounds so WASPy: Avaawwhnnn.
I don't go there much, but I was willing to make an exception for a place with a 4/5 star rating.
The catch to this place is the fact that they roast their own coffee right in the store, which is cool. They also have a ton of different coffee drink flavors with quirky names like "The Cold Shower" and "The Blondie"; just don't ask me what's in them. I had the salted caramel latte, which isn't clever, but it was delicious.
If you actually do enjoy drinking lattes surrounded by doll clothes, you can sit inside.
But we opted for the lovely patio outside:
Manly lumberjack not included.
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