On the recommendation of Ashley and Aron from Hither and Thither (who I went on an embarrassing fangirl rant about here), my mom and I went to Frankie's 17 for brunch one morning while we were in New York.
Madewell top, Ann Taylor Loft sweater jacket, J.Crew jeans and shoes
Like the shameless blog stalkers that we are, we ordered exactly what Aron and Ashley normally do (French toast and an egg sandwich to share), then looked at the door every time it opened to see if it was them walking in.
1. I should probably be embarrassed of this.
2. I should probably get a life outside of the blogosphere.
The food was AMAZING, which led to fantasies of me baking homemade bread to use in a big pan of oven-baked French toast on Sunday mornings. Then I remembered that I have literally 3 feet of counter space and one bowl in this apartment. There's always Denny's...