Post by ~Silly CC~ on May 10, 2013 23:28:30 GMT
Cream Puff Café, a corner café in downtown Manehatten. Also Orange Crème de la Crème's home. Shining silver (well, silver-colored) trays of assorted rolls, cakes, pies, fruits, and other treats sparkle and shine in the old-fashioned lamps that hang from the ceiling. A glass display box houses the fanciest of the pastries, one of which is a wedding cake waiting for the bride and groom-to-be to be picked up. Pots of assorted coffees sit behind the high table awaiting the luscious drip-and-pour of an awaiting cup. A few jars of stick candy lay beside the cash register, along with a vase of tiger lilies. The crackling of the flames of the gas stoves along with the scents of freshly baked goods make this little café a pair of welcoming hands—er, hooves—to anypony who appreciates.
Outside is a decor to match the owner's pelt and mane: cream and bright orange striped umbrellas protect the outdoor tables from the rain, a creamy orange drapery adorns the wire frames above the doors to keep away rain as well, and tiger lilies can be found at several places both on tables and in patches of soft, moist dirt, freshly watered.
Above the cozy café is the owner's abode. It's not much. But it's just as deliciously smelling as the café itself. No need for an oven up there, need of one is fulfilled downstairs. The sitting room consists of two cream colored couches, with a birch wood coffee table inbetween. A hearth invitingly warms ponies in the back left corner, with a soft orange chair and a bookcase in the other corner. A door to the left leads into the sweet and cheery—yet fancy—bedroom of Orange Crème de la Crème, which matches the rest of the house. A soft cream and orange bed sits to the left, a birch wood bedside table next to it. A crystal chandelier hangs above the orange blossom rug, and dazzling rainbow spots appear due to the light of the crystals. Lacey curtains shield the mid-day sun from heating the room too much, and a large pot of tiger lilies sits below it.
All in all, this café has a lot set into a small space, but it is still open and welcoming.
Orange sets a new platter of chocolate-cream cheese danishes (SP?), the delightful aroma wafting around the room. A slight drizzle of rain sets a dull mood for the people of Manehatten, and Orange sighs. Business was slow today, but she still found a way to provide herself entertainment. She poured herself a cup of dark black coffee and daintily sips from the flowery china teacup. A sudden crash of thunder from far off creates a stinging drop of coffee which splatters onto Orange's hoof, making her recoil in fear (from the thunder) and pain (from the coffee). She sets down the cup onto into plate and checks the back room. A towel floats over to the pained unicorn, who (grammar?) rubs the small cloth on her stinging hoof. "Ce qui est, est...(what is, is...)" She sighs as she sets the towel under the table.
Outside is a decor to match the owner's pelt and mane: cream and bright orange striped umbrellas protect the outdoor tables from the rain, a creamy orange drapery adorns the wire frames above the doors to keep away rain as well, and tiger lilies can be found at several places both on tables and in patches of soft, moist dirt, freshly watered.
Above the cozy café is the owner's abode. It's not much. But it's just as deliciously smelling as the café itself. No need for an oven up there, need of one is fulfilled downstairs. The sitting room consists of two cream colored couches, with a birch wood coffee table inbetween. A hearth invitingly warms ponies in the back left corner, with a soft orange chair and a bookcase in the other corner. A door to the left leads into the sweet and cheery—yet fancy—bedroom of Orange Crème de la Crème, which matches the rest of the house. A soft cream and orange bed sits to the left, a birch wood bedside table next to it. A crystal chandelier hangs above the orange blossom rug, and dazzling rainbow spots appear due to the light of the crystals. Lacey curtains shield the mid-day sun from heating the room too much, and a large pot of tiger lilies sits below it.
All in all, this café has a lot set into a small space, but it is still open and welcoming.
Orange sets a new platter of chocolate-cream cheese danishes (SP?), the delightful aroma wafting around the room. A slight drizzle of rain sets a dull mood for the people of Manehatten, and Orange sighs. Business was slow today, but she still found a way to provide herself entertainment. She poured herself a cup of dark black coffee and daintily sips from the flowery china teacup. A sudden crash of thunder from far off creates a stinging drop of coffee which splatters onto Orange's hoof, making her recoil in fear (from the thunder) and pain (from the coffee). She sets down the cup onto into plate and checks the back room. A towel floats over to the pained unicorn, who (grammar?) rubs the small cloth on her stinging hoof. "Ce qui est, est...(what is, is...)" She sighs as she sets the towel under the table.