I’ll admit that the whole concept of a standing restaurant date eluded me altogether. That is, until one fateful Saturday last winter, when the mister and I wandered into a neighborhood cafe, lured by the promise of fancy mimosas.
We have been back every week since.
I’m not exactly sure what took us so long to discover the simple joy that is brunch, but it has quickly become our favorite way to celebrate the weekend. Lately, we’ve managed to convince our dearest friends to join us in this indulgent little ritual. This only added to the festivity, thereby further cementing its necessity as part of our weekly rhythm. And there’s something kind of special about being a bit of a fixture at a local haunt. Where everybody knows our name!
It just so happened that today we managed to have brunch sans children, which means the four of us adults sat and chatted at a restaurant table for nearly three hours. Good. Times.
Cheers to the weekend, friends! Stay cool out there!