Brunch at Colette
When it's your friend Michelle's birthday and you love her enough that all you wanna do is stuff her with brunch and cappuccinos, but you also care about the lighting for all your possible instas, there is only one place to go where you can appease your stomach and your disgustingly shallow vanity. Colette Grand Café.
After initially being denied service by a confused looking geriatric lady approximately twice, my partner in crime (Denisse), and I managed to meander inside under the guise of needing tea, and poke around inside the premises for a while until the birthday queen arrived. This consisted of us discussing just how very old and adult we are, and how many more places there are for us to have brunch at. Groundbreaking and revolutionary stuff.
"Look natural." "WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO!?" "Just pour some damn tea."
Having figured out that I had incidentally dressed to match the interior decoration scheme, I was really very down and got into the spirit of blending in as the third couch.
The birthday Kween herself, the better and more famous Michelle!
Real demure
Just a whole lot of reading
I clearly took a nice roll in some Orangina prior to breakfast
Here you go fatties, what you've all been waiting for!
"Ooo granola."
While I've evidently always been impressed by tea, the fries were actually spectacular and worth going back for alone.
Fries flyin
My vantage point for much of the meal; hiding behind a sandwich
Literally the cutest human on the planet, when asked which cake we thought she would like to have brought out to celly we just happened to assume... matcha.
HBD to this chick!
No jokes the picture taker asked us if we were sisters because we "look very alike." We came up with the theory that the only way that this could have been possible was if we all had the same ex-pat father who went on a very "Eat, Love, Pray" journey... and had us.