There’s just something about a lazy Sunday morning in a college town that I love. The cool autumn morning air, no particular agenda for the day, good food and coffee in a quaint local eatery…oh how it makes me yearn for Oxford.
I’ve been in the Chapel Hill-Durham area all weekend for a workshop which ended too late last night to make the trek back to Charlotte. So I stayed the extra night. The only thing I had to do today is to get home…but by not particular time. So, I decided to forego the alarm and the wake-up call (yes, it takes multiple trials to get me up in the morning), wake-up when my body decided it was time to wake up, take my sweet time getting packed up, and treat myself to a yummy breakfast here.
I spent about an hour here sipping on a Great Pumpkin Latte and leisurely munching on Lucas’ Cinnamon French Toast.
The french toast was out of this world, but ladies and gentlemen, can I just brag on this latte for a moment? It was so beautiful and so delicious! I could seriously have spent my entire Sunday curled up with it, in a cozy little nook, reading something equally delicious. Let’s look at it again, shall we?
Don’t you want to just dive right in? No…so that’s just me? This is how lattes should be served. I honestly don’t know why I was so enamored with this latte. Maybe my urban existence just has me at Starbucks too often and I’ve grown too accustomed to the commonness of the paper cup, cardboard grip, and plastic lid. Being served this latte just sent me into sensory overload – the FEEL of the warm mug big enough to require two hands, the SMELL of the pumpkin spice, the SIGHT of the creamy-caramel colored foam on the top that, of course, left me a foamy ‘stache after the first sip… I tell you, it was heaven! Easy Sunday morning perfection…
After finishing my breakfast, I ventured next door to Flyleaf Books, a local independent book store.
I’m not sure I’ve shared with you before my affinity for indie book stores. I seek them out whenever I travel and was thrilled that this one just happened to be next door to my breakfast. I have yet to find one that I haven’t adored. (I love them all, but of course, none more than the mother of all indie book stores, Square Books in Oxford, MS.) Much like the latte, they simultaneously set all my senses ablaze and make my soul let out a relaxed “Aahhhh…” I love the dim lighting, the mismatched chairs, the somewhat dusty book smell, the boutique-style small quantities of the selections, and the overly-scarfed-thick-rimmed-funky-glasses-wearing clientele that tends to favor this type of bookstore to the big booksellers. Even if I don’t buy anything, I have so much fun just wandering the stacks.
When ever possible I try to get my books from local, independent bookstores. The benefits of shopping local aren’t just limited to produce shopping. I noticed this hanging in the ladies room and couldn’t resist taking the shot.
Flyleaf is small, but it doesn’t disappoint. My favorite part, however, were the staff’s hand written descriptions and “plugs” for books. These were most prominently displayed on the “staff picks” table in the middle of the room, but were also scattered throughout the stacks in the rest of the store. The handwritten notes just give it a “We-Don’t-Just-Work-Here-We-Actually-Read-This-Stuff” vibe.
A personal favorite…
My only disappointment was that I had to finish my latte and walk through here to get to the lovely bookstore…
It would have been so much better if Foster’s Market and Flyleaf Books would have joined forces, knocked down the wall that separates them, and let all the good food, great lattes, and lovely books mingle like God intended.
Here’s hoping your Sunday morning was just a good!