Spring is spectacular in Ann Arbor, Michigan. Overflowing, exuberant, fragrant. But since most of the trees we oogled over were lined up along the main thoroughfare, the photographs appear blurry having been taken from the window of a moving car. And no, I was not driving while taking the photographs. ;D
I love sleepy college towns, don’t you? There is an oddly wonderful energy permeating their very streets. Those old cobbled streets hum with life under the pattering of youthful feet. Sleepy voices carry over the careworn walls, hollow and echoing, a strange mingling of past and present. Generations have passed through here in a quest for knowledge, futures, hopes and dreams.
But I suppose that is neither here nor there since the first order of the day was breakfast.
And since not everyone can manage to munch so gracefully while gracing the branch of a tree, we had to settle for a table at Zingerman’s Deli.
You have to see it to believe it. It’s sprawling and gorgeous. Shelves and shelves of breads, cheeses, olive oils, meats, jams, cookbooks…
There is seating inside, outside and upstairs. It is packed with foodies and no wonder. The food is delicious!!
The bread was hearty and wholesome, the mozzarella was soft and creamy, the pesto alive with the freshness of basil, and the tomatoes, ripe and juicy.
It was one of the freshest tasting sandwich I have ever had! Ever!
And for dessert…?
Spanish drinking chocolate.
In their own words, “a demitasse of super thick dark chocolate from enric rovira in barcelona that demands to be enjoyed with a spoon!
In my own words, “YUM!”