The Date was January 1st, 2015. My girlfriend woke me up early "you never take me out! Why can't you be more like my ex, Steve. Steve was so cool and good looking". I have pretty much accepted that she's going to leave me - but I want to cling to this situation and stretch out the inevitable. I decided to take her to brunch. I know these cool hipsters and they recommended Me & Mine.
To be honest, it was kind of obnoxious. Deconstructed McMuffins, beet infused butter, "seasonal cheese". I just wanted me some bacon and toast with jam. I thought I made a mistake with this place...until the food came.
Let me be clear. I would fight a bear to eat that brunch again. I would make out with the bear if it was declawed and I thought he liked me. I really liked how the food tasted in my mouth, and especially eating it and having it in my stomach.
I truly loved that brunch, and this came at a time when I was starting to doubt if I would ever be able to love that way again. I felt like Cuba Gooding Jr. in Boyz n The Hood, when that racist black cop shoved a gun in his neck and made him cry. However, instead of being upset about racism in the ghetto, I was happy about the great Brunch I had at Me & Mine.