Your Weekend Brunch

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It’s a simple sitch. Brunching in Nolita has become a THING. Everyone and their mother is taking over my coffee shops and go-to spots, which leaves me roaming the streets of Chinatown, fishy scent lingering in the air, hunger pangs consuming me throughout, and a sense of desperation in regards to the upcoming source of my sustenance.

It’s been centuries

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…since I’ve posted. But now I’m back with some goods. One good. Llama Inn. I fucking love llamas.

And establishments that sound like an obscure motel near a petting zoo where you can put 25 cents in a gum ball machine and leave with a plastic hot pink llama or stale bubble gum ball and call it a day, but it’s not. I have no idea what I just said, but hear me out.