Sunday Brunch

Moutarde (we tried to go to Stone Park, but there was like a two-hour wait or something) with 75% of IYWMB - Young Turk, the Balltrap, Reason to Believe, Sweet Little Rock and Roller and Hot Legs.

We were still feeling pretty excited/exciting from the previous day's victory against our best bocce friends/arch enemies, the Coffee Flats Terrors. Suffice it to say, we chatted about it for a bit. Then the conversation turned to something more serious - food. Or more specifically, the various foods we would be ordering.

SLR'n'R noted that it was sort of obnoxious to offer three poached egg options (the usual suspects - Florentine, Benedict and one with smoked salmon), but no options for people who just wanted eggs, you know, not poached. I also didn't like that there was only one omelette option, which I might add, was MEATLESS. Blech.

So I was vacillating between the Salade Nicoise and a burger with Gruyere and bacon. Hot Legs was having trouble deciding between the banana pancakes and, like me, the aforementioned burger. Since we both suffer from burger envy, I encouraged him to enter into a burger pact with me, that way neither of us could be jealous of the other's succulent burger. I said 'there will either be two burgers at this table, or NO burgers at this table'. Then Hot Legs was like 'listen, if I don't order a burger, what are you going to order?' and then I said, 'the Salade Nicoise'. And then do you know what happened? Hottie L ordered banana pancakes and I STILL ordered the burger! I unintentionally pulled the old bait and switch. Suddenly I felt as though I had no honor...

Anyway, I was adequately punished by the forces who oversee things like burger pacts, because the burger, like so many other things, TOTALLY worked me. I ended up barfing about an hour after brunch. Booooo.