It can’t happen every day, I know, I know, but a warm October Sunday brunch with your girlfriends in the East Village in the sleepy prenoon hour is a gift. As was the holiday Monday brunch with Nick and his family, walking Caper through the safely fenced woods of Prospect Park. She’s a Brooklyn Terrier, for sure.
The clams and unsweetened N.E. iced tea are great. Don’t bother with the onion rings, shrimp or scallops.
My brother works at this cafe in the renovated firehouse in Northampton. They have fanatically good and huge baked items and beverages. Yum. There are always Smith professors hanging out here. Miranda and I were like, well, I guess we could live in Northampton and it wouldn’t be the end of the world.-
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