In Atlanta, we take our brunch pretty seriously. I think it’s rare that I’ve been to Sunday brunch without having to wait forever and a day to be seated. When we visited Buttermilk Kitchen, I expected nothing less than an excruciatingly long wait, and when we arrived, the line was out the door. Given the less than optimal weather, light drizzling and relatively cool temperatures, I was glad that I’d opted not to wear a sundress.
Normally when I think of brunch, I imagine the beautiful floral sundresses and light, flowy skirts of spring. Unfortunately, the weather wasn’t quite permitting just yet. Not to be defeated, I settled on a sparkly, beaded top and a lace clutch to achieve a comparable effect. Finally, I topped off with a light, military-inspired jacket for an element of city chic. (Sorry for wrinkles. I may at times be a lazy bum.)
How do you do Sunday brunch?
‘Still Chasing Nothing’ — Kid Astray