There's nothing like waking up to the morning sun and my boyfriend spooning me versus an alarm clock...rolling out of bed to have the first cup of coffee while reading the morning paper versus fighting the line at the coffee shop...or strolling leisurely down the block to the local brunch spot versus weaving in and out of highway traffic during the daily commute.
Ahh weekends. The time to appreciate the better things in life like: brunch.
Brunch makes me happy. It is comforting. It is easy. It is never rushed (or at least shouldn't be). It is wholesome or greasy, depending on the previous nights alcohol intake. And it sometimes can simply consist of bloody mary and good friends. It is something that can turn an uneventful weekend into an event, or simply be a relaxing end to a couple wild and crazy nights. We are lucky to live in a city where people share this mindset. From Greasy All Night Pancake houses to sustainable-local eateries that I could literally eat every meal in, we enjoy PDXbrunch.
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