I love old friends coming to visit who give you an excuse to try that funky restaurant or shop you might have heard of but never entered. And I am so appreciative of new friends who know my city better and always have the best recommendations of good eats and new adventures. This weekend was a combo of both, wrapped up in a brunch that inadvertently lasted almost three hours.
None of us had been to Honey’s Sit ‘n Eat before. I think they might have ruined me for life, because I’ll never be patient about wait times again. I arrived first and placed my name. Though the host was not surprised, he seemed sympathetic to my disappointment that it would be an hour to hour-and-a-half wait, and quickly suggested that I visit The Random Tea Room a half block away: “Have a cup of tea; it’s the best! Then we’ll walkie-talkie over when we have a table for ya.” I think walkie-talkies need to make a come-back.
So the three of us met up there and settled into the kind of couch that you sink down into and antique-looking stools. With them enjoying the best gluten-free muffins I’ve ever tasted (we met at 11am so, let’s be honest, I had already consumed first breakfast, but I had to taste!) and me sipping on a most luxurious soy latte, the hour-twenty sailed by in a blink. It was perfect for the foggy, nippy Saturday morning. Then we braved the elements and returned to Honey’s a half-block away, where we took our time with several cups of coffee and perfectly constructed omelets. (Yeah, I totally felt guilty looking out the window at the people still waiting the hour+ for my seat…but brunch is something you can’t rush.)
Brunch is the best meal.