My other half is currently in Thailand for a few weeks and I'm thinking about food. While I may be suffering from a certain case of loneliness there's also the jealousy factor. Jealous because I know very well what I am missing food wise. Lucky for me my friend threw a fantastic and very American brunch on Sunday and at the time there was nowhere else I would have rather been and there was nothing else I would have rater been eating. Honest.
There was delicious french toast topped with yogurt and fresh seasonal berries.
There were buckwheat pancakes with the same toppings as the french toast.
There were chilaquiles, or Gringoquiles as I called them.
There was an array of drinks including coffee, orange juice, champagne, white wine, beer, an later on, fine American whiskey.
Everyone was happy and well fed. Maybe a bit overfed but nobody was complaining.
The food and the company was so good that it lasted all day and well into the night. Brunch became second brunch and eventually dinner. If that wasn't nice, I don't know what is.