I _tried_ to read this damning article about how brunch is for jerks, but I couldn’t finish it.
Sure, breakfast is one thing I know how to make. Yes, I loathe lines and hungover people. But it’s a great way to see friends on the weekend and what the heck ever.
I’m whining about whining.
I’d never tried Via Vite for brunch and I thought it was really excellent. (Menu items I can endorse: Bloody Mary, Tuscan breakfast, shrimp and grits, goetta. Things I’d skip: Nutella flatbread.)