That's what happened with this brunch place. I was at a pizza place and across the street, a red and gray cafe called my name. When I ran to press my nose against the glass, I could not get over the adorable features (subway tile! wood rafters!), so I told the husband that we were going to brunch that weekend. No ifs, ands or buts.
And I was going to wear a brunch-worthy dress.
waiting for a table is always better with good coffee
i'm a sucker for water in cute bottles
baked eggs. delicious
linking up with the pleated poppy.