Sunday was soooo cold. I remember bundling up and hiding my face all the way to meet up with this guy for a mega-brunch after a LATE night. Pancakes, RESTORE ME.
Later that afternoon, we went to some place on Clinton Street for brunch. I love candid brunch shots. Look at Gurj's adorable little smile! She's so happy with her pancakes!
After, oh, I don't know....THREE STRAIGHT HOURS OF ROCKBAND...we finally had to take a break for food. Hello there, tasty delicious breakfast at the Dynasty (pronounced Dy-NASTY) Diner.
On Saturday morning, we all got up bright and early and hit the Odessa Dinner for some brunch. Clockwise from left: Tom and David from Apartment, Kim, Meredith, Niki and the Fatty. (By the way, check out the brains on the Fatty reading Richard Dawkins a full two years before he became a household name!).
Sunday Morning Brunch Club at Kate's Joint! Holy shit, remember when we used to do this pretty much EVERY SUNDAY? Clockwise from Left: Sarah, Meredith, Elhaam, Rob Hitt, Brandon, Josh, Ellen, Karen and Leigh!
Henceforth, I christen thee: David Bacon. (If anyone asks you can pretend it's after Francis Bacon. You can say that you admire his contribution to the modern scientific method with his insistence that investigation should always begin with observable fact...and not because you just really, really love bacon.
The next morning we got up and my brother needed a serious breakfast to help him recover from having been hit by THE NIGHT TRAIN! When you're super-hungover you do things like order pancakes...
On Sunday morning I was supposed to go to brunch at Clinton Street Bakery, but the wait was so long that we ended up going to AKA down the street. Here's Ben (cewbrity RIP) and Lindsay.
...I'll have you know that they both completely scraped their plates fucking clean! What's funnier than Sarah pulling the totally laid back "thumbs up for a job well done" face?
On Saturday, the morning before the party, I met up with Sarah, Niki, Eva, and Courtney for brunch at Clinton Street Bakery. Sarah and Nikki were both having trouble deciding between dishes so they both ended up ordering two breakfast entrees EACH! That's right, EACH!
And here's me with posing for the "I'm a big pussy who can only eat one breakfast" picture. Now before you go and start complaining that Nikki and Sarah were being wasteful because there's no way any normal human could eat that much...
After walking around for a few hours - we planned to go into town and play PAINTBALL! But then, um, it turned out the paintball place was closed on Mondays. FUCK! So instead of running around and getting exercise and being healthy, we decided to go to a nearby restaurant and get CHICKEN FRIED STEAKS with COUNTRY GRAVY. (*Falls to ground drooling and clutching heart*)
After a restful night of sleep at Uncle Ira's, we woke on Monday to do some quick exploring of San Fran before starting the four and a half hour drive out to the ranch in North Fork.
Here's us bright and early out on our front porch enjoying a breakfast of Greek yogurt and granola. Mmmmmmmm. (ps - what's up, busted dudes in the morning?)
I don't know if you know this, but Greeks drive like crazy people. Wait, that doesn't quite do it justice. More like FUH-HUH-HUH-KING CAH-RAZY PEOPLE! It makes no sense. You walk around Crete and all you see are these chilled out playas all taking it easy, sipping their coffee, taking their four-hour breaks...but all of a sudden, put one of them chilled dudes behind the wheel of a anything with a motor and all of the sudden they've GOT FUCKING PLACES TO BE SO MOVE OR BE KILLED! With that in mind, full-well knowing that renting scooters on a Greek island might lead to an early death, we decided to head to the restaurant across the street and enjoy what might very well be our last meal:
All Life Cafe had to order was a plate of scrambled eggs with half-assed home fries. (But anyone who has eaten at Life Cafe will know that this dish is actually an improvement on their normal brunch menu. Someone should permeantly cut the power to their kitchen. Jesus).
Most places were either mobbed with people or out of food entirely. And so after walking around for over an hour, we finally settled on Life Cafe (on 11th and Avenue B).