My spirit restaurant: Elizabeth Street Café in Austin, a mashup of French patisserie and Vietnamese phở shop, the perfect place (and palette) for reminiscing on Easter. I retreated here to drown my cold in noodle soup, and found myself revived by so much more: the bistro charm, the sorbet coloring, the buoyant ambiance, the tonal flavors. The hunt for my new favorite café (albeit far away now) is over, for the time being.