Sirius

So Uncle Jonathan wants to be my Gastronomy spirit guide. Which I'm totally cool with. Stop one? This place on Judah St. called Outerlands, where we had to wait two hours for a brunch table for two. Totally worth it though. Beautiful lattes, bloody Marys, and people-watching for the first two hours spent queuing up. Eggs in jail, strawberry Dutch babies, and interesting open conversations for the hour and a half that followed.