Here is a photo of what I consider an excellent Sunday afternoon and just an all-around good way to end a month. Get up and walk to the diner and have your favorite pancakes and read Larry Livermore's punk rock memoir about living in a cabin in the woods four hours north of San Francisco and starting Lookout Records. Spy Rock Memories by Larry Livermore
...his very excellent version of okonomiyaki, which is like the Japanese streetfood version of latke (and literally translated means "what you want, grilled"). Oh, I want it.
On our way home, we stopped in Phoenicia, NY for a not-so-quick but delicious brunch at Sweet Sue's. Here's Karen laughing about the size of her pancakes.
Was down in NC to get feedback from the Charlotte office on a new piece of software called Ad Copy Library that we were beta testing. Jeff and I went to IHOP for lunch!
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.
After a couple hours of playing Rockband, we decided to continue to our refusal to acknowledge conventional adulthood by making giant blueberry pancakes for lunch.
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...
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