Cafe Presse is great. Open at 7 a.m., serving food til 2 a.m., always delicious, sometimes not so fast with the service, but it’s a good thing. In my experience, the slow service is usually after the food has come, and while we are engrossed in conversation about how great that food was.
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- Mustard!
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- Oishiiiii
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- It’s just so beautiful….
We also had bread pudding with caramel sauce…and apple up-side-down cake, with a vanilla bean cream sauce, but they were both gone by the time I realized there was no evidence…then I realized that there was no evidence!
I love the atmosphere at Presse; the front of the house is dominated by an enormous bar, and a wall of tables for two, lit by floor to ceiling windows covering the entrance, and I’m pretty certain that there are skylights. The back room is just past the kitchen, and much darker, lit sparsely by dozens of well placed tea lights in the evening. The little touches are nice too; small bright bottles of salt, pepper and mustard at each table, with a fresh dish of peanuts brought to your table as you sit down. The bread is perfect in its simplicity: chewy, dense baguettes with a little bit of a sour bite to them to break up and eat with butter while you wait for the main meal. (Or if you’re having soup, you horde it and ask for more.)
Post-dinner cuddles:
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- Blog cat!
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- “Say what??”
♥ Momo