Long busy weekends always seem to mean fewer pictures, somehow. And they all involve food. I guess we know where my priorities lie.
Breakfast at Tavern. I had a very strong latte and one perfect salted caramel macaron. D had huckleberry bread pudding.
And real soda.
Reason #754 why being an adult is the best...
I can go to the bakery and pick out an enormous slab of the most garish cake they make and then bring it home and eat the entire thing by myself, in bed. And call it lunch.