Opportunities to sit across the table from this handsome creature come around maybe once a month. With 500 mile between us, Ché eating my cooking comes around once a month as well, so he’ll take it any chance he gets. Our time together during the 4th of July weekend was very short, between him working and me arriving a day late (damn you American Airlines.) Instead of spending Sunday morning in the kitchen, we went out for brunch at Print Works Bistro. We have one rule for brunch: mimosas are a must.
Either an already-mixed mimosa is brought to me from the bar, or there’s a waitress walking around with a huge pitcher for refilling glasses, so I thought this little carafe of orange juice and tiny can of champagne were too adorable.
Print Works Bistro
702 Green Valley Road