feeling skeptical as the northern version of spicy is, well, not
we share many things (train rides, stained mugs, pickles, dreams) but brunch is sacred
which trembles louder? locally roasted beans or a sleepy-eyed love?
oily ambrosia, a besotted slice for three; we took the long way
the things that move us; holy trinity of spud, fowl grease and fungus