The best word for describing my weekend:
I had pancakes at brunch at Freemans with Adrienne. Dinner of chicken parm and pasta from Max. Pancakes again at brunch at Spring Natural Kitchen with my Kenya trip friend Caroline.
By the time I woke up Sunday morning, I had gained two of the pounds I lost during the gluten-free experiment.
My honest reaction after eight days of feeling sad about food was “Oh well.”
I’ll worry about exercise tomorrow.
Remember my dinner at Traif in Brooklyn? I followed it up with brunch there Sunday.
No surprise: it was fantastic.
When micheladas are on the menu, I can’t say no
We ate sitting in the solarium. It has a lovely view of the garden.
I regret not getting a pic of the chilaquiles. They were amazing. So was the strawberry pancake.
I tried to contain my enthusiasm given that a gluten-free friend was at the table