cafe chloe

Welp, it's been exactly a year since I graduated from college. Though I still stand by my "nothing will ever be as fun as those four years" statement, I have to admit that the real world has been treating me pretty well. From my five month adventure in India to my first big girl job and passion projects that are taking off left and right, I really don't have any complaints! 

Anyways, back on track. I took my dear dear friend Hillary out to dinner since this Sunday is her graduation from our beloved University of San Diego. We decided on Cafe Chloe in East Village Downtown. The atmosphere, cuisine and (unfortunately) the prices were all very authentically French; thankfully, the service wasn't. 

pretty photos covered the walls

very French tables

nommy bread

even NOMMIER cheese

steak and frites...

correct, that is a slab of butter on top

Of course Hillary and I couldn't just enjoy a delicious meal together; there had to be some kind of "catch" (thus is our relationship). Enter: The Homeless Man. Homeless Man confidently walked up to the terrace outside of Cafe Chloe. Homeless Man whipped out his pipe and started shamelessly smoking god knows what. Cafe Chloe Waitress kindly asked Homeless Man to leave. Homeless Man refused and got up in Cafe Chloe Waitress' face. Cafe Chloe Customer intervened. Homeless Man punched kind Cafe Chloe Customer in the face. Others got involved; Homeless Man ended up on the ground screaming profanities. And then the cops came.

clearly I had to snap a picture

{But the meal was incredible. Happy Wednesday!}