There is something about Sunday brunch in New York City. The food, the people, waiting (always) 45 minutes outside before being seated, or just that it seems that your whole day stops to have breakfast and lunch in one sitting (typical that New Yorkers would kill two birds with one stone).
Today is my first Sunday in a new city. I just moved to Washington, D.C. and this morning felt strange as I munched at a local Greek restaurant in my...
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