I love brunch! This Sunday my boyfriend and I traveled into the depths of downtown in search of the perfect brunch meal and found an overly crowded restaurant with hardly any seating. Typically, we leave these types of situations before one of us decides we can no longer take the large amount of people surrounding us, but today we didn’t and had a joyful meal which ended with me attempting to photograph the city and spilled coffee all over the concrete. What a wonderful Sunday it was.
This morning, James and I ventured to an Aussie bakery and had probably the best brunch we’ve had this year. Their unique french toast slaughtered all other conventional french toasts I’ve ever had, besides homemade french toast of course. I typically loathe egg sandwiches and the mere thought causes me to gag without control, but I tore this one apart once the bacon was removed. The sauces that accompanied the sandwich were roasted bell pepper chutney and cilantro pesto. Ahhh it was so good I wish I could have some right now! *glances at Chinese food sitting nearby and shrugs* Maybe next Sunday.