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But it’s at that
table at Maysville in the Flatiron District,
eating super sweet and cakey citrus glazed doughnuts as an amuse-bouche to the
amuse-bouche, drinking orange saturated mimosas, you realize it all feels the
same. Immutable time.
Your brunch
bites are secondary to the conversation flurrying around the table as future
plans are divulged and pasts stay where they belong. Something about the crisp
winter sun streaming in, reflecting in the mirrors, echoing the clean lines,
has taken things out of context but each note is recognizable.
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Pretty French
toast, sticky with honey, tangy like orange and smooth as ricotta tastes
sweeter out of habit. Warm tones and thick slices bring comfort and a little
piece of home, made special with golden honey and bronze orange marmalade.
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Bitter Brussels
sprouts, gravy heavy sauce Mornay and salty smoked deli ham, comes to life with
shared laughter and secrets. Taboo and leftover memories are eliminated with a
thick brick of fried grits and its warm creamy center, echoing the textures of
the crisp green leaves of the Brussels sprouts and the decadent sauce.
Chef’s
Breakfasts are made less ordinary with birthday plans and getaways and stroller
talk. Eggs over-easy, eggs scrambled— same difference, when there are more
important details to discuss and crunchy potatoes to forget.
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You linger after
the eats and mimosas are long gone and questions of ‘what’s next’ and ‘when’
cross your minds and reach your lips. No set plans in place, but you all know
there will be a next time before too long, another chance to evade time and
pick up where you left off.
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