weekend brunching

pink patent leather pumps and pink polka dots.

burrata so fresh it spoke italian to me. arugula with tomatoes still dusty from the vine; just the way i ordered them.

scrambled eggs and fontina…why, of course? asparagus, and more arugula. i think i could open my own dairy with the amount of butter used in this le creuset alone.

when in faux itailian newport coast fancy schmancy restuarant one must do as the faux italian newport coastians do: order mousse al cioccolato.

by the time the check arrived, the pink polka dots were more resembling that goopy, blobby lava lamp shape. i noticed the waitstaff hiding silverware from me. i needed to get out of my dress, and into a nice elastic waistband.

happy monday y’all.