Cafe Du Berry

Tonight was the start of a greatly unexpected relationship. As you all know I'm currently employed by a coffee shop and, as is the norm in this biz, I have a number of "regulars" every morning. I have had the opportunity to grow close enough to one customer, Kathy, that tonight it took the next step. No, not that step, I only love Jess in that way. I'm talking about hanging out outside of the customer vs. guy who has messy hair and gives me coffee in the too early of the morning next step. She took Jess and I out for dinner.

Kathy had started down the path toward friendship some time back. She comes in every Wednesday morning. I had informed her that I was in culinary school and she presented me with homemade pickled green beans. BOOM. It worked its way up to an exchange of email addresses, christmas presents (the best home canned tuna ever, ANOTHER BOOM), and finally phone numbers, BOOM AGAIN. Tonight she took Jess and I to her favorite little spot in town, Cafe Du Berry.

Holding maybe a maximum of 15 people at one time, this gem has been open for 28 years. People find it by invitation only (and by reading this, you've been invited, BOOM). It's rumored that a load of the Blazers, including Clyde the Glide, eat here. It is simple, loving and very personal, not to mention some of the best food I've had in a while. I tried the Chicken Dijon, Jess had the Porc au Normandy, and Kathy had the Spaghetti Prawns done "her" way with butter and garlic, no tomatoes. If you wanna check it out, and you do, let me know.

Anyways, Kathy treated us to an incredible meal, great conversation and the belief that customers can be friends without it being weird. Thank you Kathy.