brunch

This morning Allan and I will be enjoying an Irish breakfast at our corner pub. This is the place where we stopped for lunch, and accidentally discovered Port Credit, on our first visit to Toronto.

But that's not why this brunch is a noteworthy event. I started working on weekends in late 1995; Allan joined my schedule three years later. We still find it odd to have our weekends free! Friday nights still feel like Sunday, and I still expect to be exhausted on Monday morning from working late into Sunday night.

When we lived in Brooklyn, we used to go out for Sunday brunch all the time. If I recall correctly, we knew all the places that served complimentary mimosas. (We were young, poor and thirsty!) But it's been at least 10 years since we've done that. Today: brunch at The Brogue!

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