Actually, if I’m being honest this comes as little surprise.
Just last night I was asked, “brunch tomorrow with Sully?” to which I responded thoughtfully with, “if he’s out . . . probably not.” Well, he was out. I agree to have brunch at Barque next Sunday (which was our revised plan) so that he doesn’t miss out. The original plan had been to check out The Drake, but Sully’s roommate had seen a tv show featuring eggs benedict at Barque, and after looking up the brunch menu I couldn’t blame him. Smoked brisket–gah. Like Pavlov’s dog, it rings my bell. But, that’ll just have to wait until next Sunday. Here’s hoping Sully wakes up for that one–or I could just take his roommate, I’m sure he likes to eat.