Last weekend Lil Bobo came to visit us (who am I kidding, he came to see Little B and Guided by Voices). When we woke up on Sunday morning we discovered he was gone. A couple hours later he returned, stuffed from brunch at Shopsin's. That's right. Shopsins. On a Sunday. 'Cause Sunday brunch is baaaaaaack!
Lawman and I had a tradition of going to Shopsin's for brunch after Sunday Mass at their Carmine Street location. When they moved to the Essex Street Market, Sunday brunch ended because the market itself has traditionally been closed on Sundays. But last weekend marked the first that the Essex Street Market was open. I can't wait to swing by one of these Sundays for brunch. I might have to get my old Sunday standby, the Piaf (eggs and fried onions with gruyere sauce over toast).