"“I’m laying low this year for New Year’s Eve.” Remember when you said that? But here you are on New Year’s Day, starfished on your bed, your mouth a desert, and that bottle of Pedialyte in the refrigerator basically on the other side of the ocean. Go soak up that $11 bottle of champagne that’s still in your stomach at Salt’s Cure, one of the most reliable brunches in the city. You’re going to want their 2x2x2 (2 eggs, 2 sausage patties, and 2 strips of bacon), the burger, and their life-altering griddlecakes." - jess basser sanders, brant cox
@TheInfatuation