Ahh, that holy trinity of meals that I can’t ever pass up: BRUNCH. With Mom in town this week, it’s been way too tempting to just skip work and show her the town instead. So, today I may or may not have pulled a Ferris Bueller (**cue the Edward Rooney face**), and called in sick and took Mom out to Brunch. To a holy trinity of brunch spots, Great Maple. Her review?
I’m stuffed. That was delish. Sadly, no seconds.