So after a fairly painful stroll over to Petite Abeille (must find hat with insulation) we were faced with brunch menu options only. And so I did what any rational human being would do. I ordered Eggs Benedict.
I mean, look at it. Take that in for a moment. Get all up in that.
And now you know how I inadvertently ended up doing Sunday Brunch. Just don't tell anyone I liked it. Would likely cause an uproar.