Last Saturday in ATL

I love a good brunch. Brunch is an excuse to have a ridiculously lazy afternoon and blame it completely on alcohol and the "itis". Today, is my last brunch in ATL for a while. Four months and some to be exact. I feel like this week is going to be full of nostalgia mixed with "yes! Let's get the hell out of here!" For today, I'll go with nostalgia. (Inserting obligatory New York reference-->) after graduating from college, my friends and I embarked on a manhattan brunch assault: intermezzo, sappa, calle ocho, and many other delicious, bottomless sangria/mimosa parties from noon until... Well, just until. In New Orleans, it morphed a bit into, whose house and everyone just bring a bottle. Now in Atlanta, it's urban pl8 and Chef James who never ceases to make us happy with baked kale chips, paleo diet goodness, and MIMOSAS!!! 

Here I am, at Sun in My Belly, really hoping that though this is the last brunch in Atlanta for a while, I will find some new brunch spot and new friend in England to keep me company, too keep the Saturday and Sunday laissez faire attitude rolling. Here's hoping. But until I know and can blog about it, here's a toast to traditions and great friends!!! And to Mimosas!!!!