I’ve waited to write about this because I wasn’t sure if I should. Between my disappointment and disgust, it was difficult to tell you about Café Presse. It seemed almost wrong to admit I really did love the olive tapenade, soft-boiled egg, tomato concoction. I didn’t know if I should admit the crusty baguette packed with melted bittersweet chocolate was a dripping mess of goodness.
Why? In two words – fruit flies. They were everywhere. As soon as the food arrived, they descended. What I found even more off-putting was when I mentioned the onslaught of unwanted guests, the waitress acted like it was no big deal. She offered to open a window.
Open a window?? Really people??
Alright, enough with the rant. Here’s the deal. Café Presse has a great atmosphere with a fun, urban chic look. If you’re into soccer or want foreign magazines, they have you covered. And, when the fruit flies are not also inhabiting their dining room, it’s a pretty good, affordable place to grab a small bite and a drink.
Would I go back? Probably. But, I’d ask about the fruit flies first.