Another weekend. Another opportunity for brunching with friends.
Have I mentioned before that brunch is my favorite meal ever?
Yes, I think I have.
There is something about this lazy weekend meal, served up with some fruity cocktails and spending a few hours munching and sipping with friends that warms my heart.
Maybe it's the bubbly-induced babble about life that makes us feel like budding philosophers.
Maybe it's the fact that no one is {usually} rushing you through the meal. It's the accepted practice that this is the time to sit back, enjoy what you're eating, and take advantage of catching up with the people that busy schedules prevent you from talking to during the work week. One thing about Paris that I absolutely love is that all meals are expected to be hours long.
Brunching has turned into a generational norm in the US. And it looks like it's been taking over Europe little by little too.
There is something about this lazy weekend meal, served up with some fruity cocktails and spending a few hours munching and sipping with friends that warms my heart.
Maybe it's the bubbly-induced babble about life that makes us feel like budding philosophers.
Maybe it's the fact that no one is {usually} rushing you through the meal. It's the accepted practice that this is the time to sit back, enjoy what you're eating, and take advantage of catching up with the people that busy schedules prevent you from talking to during the work week. One thing about Paris that I absolutely love is that all meals are expected to be hours long.
Brunching has turned into a generational norm in the US. And it looks like it's been taking over Europe little by little too.
In honor of my trip to NYC this week, I thought I'd share a little from my brunch at The Park last summer.
This is easily in my top 5 bunch meals to date. A big statement to make, I know, but it's true.
This is easily in my top 5 bunch meals to date. A big statement to make, I know, but it's true.
Take some spicy pulled pork, some sweet potato hash, perfectly poached eggs, a side of avocado and mix it all together. Y'all, this is the meal that dreams are made of. I'm certain.
Not to mention there were so many other scrumptious dishes on their menu that I'm sure are equally delicions. Not pictured: my dear friend Kimberly's mascarpone stuffed French toast. Hello, heaven.
Not to mention there were so many other scrumptious dishes on their menu that I'm sure are equally delicions. Not pictured: my dear friend Kimberly's mascarpone stuffed French toast. Hello, heaven.
I'm already dreaming of brunch next Sunday before I hop back over to Paris!
Bon dimanche, mes amis.
Bon dimanche, mes amis.
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