Sunday brunch was at an old staple, West Egg Cafe. This place has a special place in my heart, because it takes it name from The Great Gatsby. (Say what you will about it, that book addresses every problem in contemporary America.) I hate the 45 minute wait that always precedes any meal here, but the hearty brunch fare makes me think that the wait is a small price to pay. Went for the blue plate this time, instead of my usual green tomato wrap. God, I love their potatoes.
The message on the windows is ironic, isn't it? Hah.
Wearing: John Varvatos for Converse top, Diesel high waist shorts, Club Monaco gingham checked jacket, Thakoon wrap harness boots, Celine Micro Luggage bag