When I get a text that says "meet for brunch at noon" from my best friend, I don't even have to ask where. You only have to specify a location if you aren't going to Marigold.
Of course, there is one serious problem with Marigold. I end up having a heart-wrenching, philosophical dilemma every time I go there: savory or sweet? It would be an easy decision to make if one menu item from either camp stood out above the rest, but everything is so good! I don't even notice the wait because I spend the whole time I'm in line making a pros and cons list between two of the items in my head. It's all very emotional for me.
By the time I get to the front of the line, the turmoil I am experiencing is plain to see. The girl at the register asks me what I'll have and I just stammer, "ummm ummm ummm...." and begin to panic. But just when I start to hyperventilate, my friend jumps in. "We'll split the duck confit hash and the french toast." That's why he's my best friend.