City Mitten

For the record, French Toast with gooey bananas on top is impossible to photograph. I went to The Smith on Sunday with my friend Melissa and in every picture of my plate looks simply repulsive. The solution is to either eat less French Toast (which probably isn’t the worst idea I’ve ever had) or learn how to take better pictures of it. Neither of those will actually happen.

So here’s a smaller picture and you can let me know how bad it actually looks. It was actually one of the better french toasts I’ve ever had, very gooey on the inside, which was fun. Nothing is worst than dry french toast. And I mean nothing.

Yeah, I was right. That does not look pretty.

The Smith is kind of a trendy place, another restaurant I’ve walked by more times than I can count. It’s kind of fancy looking, whenever I walk by during dinner hours people are pretty well dressed, so I was surprised by the number of T-shirts I saw today when we went in. Come on, people, I know it’s Sunday, but…

Anyway. It’s a neat space. I’d like to go there again for a nice dinner and a glass of wine.

When we left there was a huge line we had managed to avoid by going for brunch early – cause I mean who really gets brunch before 2 o’clock?

For the record, I never wait in line for food. :)

Also, here’s a picture Melissa showing you her sad face for leaving her credit cards (actually her entire other wallet) at a bar last night. But don’t worry, they found it.

Lucky girl!