One of the things I miss most about living in Boston is the ability to walk to, well, anything. If I'm going to live in the suburbs, I at least want to live within walking distance of things to give me some semblance of my former city life.
We live pretty close to the small downtown area of Forestville, but as much as I enjoy Italian banquet facilities and closed travel agencies, there really isn't much going on there.
Luckily, a new restaurant, Garnish, opened a few months ago, taking the place of a sketchy bar where there was a stabbing once. They offer brunch on the weekends and we finally made the walk over today.
I had crepes filled with strawberries and sweet mascarpone cheese, while James had eggs in a basket, which they called Nana's Windowpanes or something like that. Everything was delicious. The crepes were particularly good. I typed god at first just now, but I think it fits. "These crepes were GOD!" Yeah, good crepes are hard to come by around these parts.
My friend Elizabeth, who lives in the big city, texted me during our meal to say that she was going to brunch, but would call me after--a typical Sunday activity for us. But this time, I got to say that I was at brunch too. See? Us 'Burbans can rock brunch! To which she replied, "We are such middle class white people." Fair enough.
My favorite part though was when we got to walk back home, basking in the bright April sunshine. Of course, a ten minute walk wouldn't be complete without James complaining about it, but even he admitted that it was nice to be able to get outside a bit.
My favorite part though was when we got to walk back home, basking in the bright April sunshine. Of course, a ten minute walk wouldn't be complete without James complaining about it, but even he admitted that it was nice to be able to get outside a bit.
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