Wednesday Excursion

So it's hot upstairs and my brain wouldn't shut up. Thankfully, I remembered I had meant to blog about my excursion today and thus have something to do downstairs to tire me out so I can return to bed.
Yesterday, I was finally able to check out the Fritz Pastry near Southport and Diversy. This place just has the most adorable sign and a huge window that shows lots of little tables which would be perfect to sit down with a friend, and a cookie, and hang out. Unfortunately, this place also has ridiculous hours. I ended up taking a picture one day with my phone and made it my background just so I'd remember the hours before making the trek over. I thought I would have to take something to go because they usually close at 1pm and I arrived at 12:45 but they've extended their hours to close at 3pm thanks to the summer weather approaching (although yesterday it felt like summer was already here).

Inside it was pretty sparse. There were only a few pastries to choose from that day, probably because it was close to closing and it was a Wednesday. There was an old man sitting down, reading a book and a younger guy in front of me with punk/hipster like style and lots of tattoos. After he left I got a better look at the cashier. He had red hair and a thick, red beard that my friend, John, would have admired greatly. He had sleeve tattoos, which I didn't get a good look at, and a hat, which, if I remember correctly (it is 3am right now), was like a modernized newsboy hat. He was really nice and helpful, answered all of my questions. They didn't have any frappuccinos, unfortunately, just coffee that could be made iced. I personally find coffee not so tasty and iced coffee plain disgusting. Thus, I ordered a Honey Bear Latte and no pastry. It turns out the place has the taxes configured into the price and a small cost me an even four dollars.
I sat down to write while I waited for my latte, sitting near the window so I could look out at pedestrians. The music playing was different. I only recognized She & Him and Steve Miller and they were using vinyl records. I know this because a box of them were sitting on the bar area.
When he brought my latte, I realized it was that drink that people snap pictures of because some baristas create images in the foam. I couldn't tell for sure if he was trying to create something when I looked at it. If he was, it was either a poorly made bird or a hand making the peace sign. The latte was good, not too bitter with a nice sweetness because of the honey.
I'll probably go back on a Saturday when, hopefully, I'll be able to try one of their cinnamon rolls. I doubt they're as good as Ann Sather's but this place is closer.