It's been over two months since Richmond Brunch Weekend happened! Honestly, we've been dieting ever since due to all those mimosas and omelets eaten Saturday and Sunday.
But we want to thank you all for coming out and supporting the first ever Richmond Brunch Weekend! In total, we had 24 restaurants participate and raised over $11,000 that will all go back to VCU Massey Cancer Center. We think these are awesome figures for our inaugural event, and we can't wait to plan for the Second Annual Richmond Brunch Weekend!
Of course, none of this would have been possible without you - our dedicated readers and brunchers - and also all of the restaurants, their staffs, and our sponsors. We also have to thank our partners, the Massey Alliance. An event like this can't happen without many chefs in the kitchen.
We look forward to serving you up more mimosas, more waffles, and more omelets in 2017, all while fighting cancer! To stay up-to-date, subscribe to our blog below and/or like us on Facebook, follow us on Twitter and Instagram, and like Richmond Brunch Weekend's Facebook page!
One of those things that I did not forget about was the single episode of Netflix’s Dating Around I watched. In it, one of my greatest dating pet peeves occurred and halted any hope of me watching any more episodes.
In the show, a guy goes on five dates with five different women. They’re all interspersed with each other, and then at the end he picks his favorite girl to go back out with for round two.
On both sides of the table, cringy things were said — is that just dating shows in general and I’m out of touch? — but he said one thing that is a TRIGGER for me.
Since FaceTime debuted however many years ago, I have been averse to it. Like any millennial, I hate speaking on the phone. So why would I prefer to showcase my double chin while speaking on the phone? If we need to chat, we can text or email.
When friends attempt to engage me on FaceTime, I ignore and text back, “What do you [possibly] want?” In the rarest of instances where I have been hoodwinked into participating in this torture, I leave my phone face-up while I run around my apartment sorting clothes, washing dishes, and shouting toward the phone. One time I did this in the bathroom and my friend informed me of the mold growing under my medicine cabinet. In what other circumstances would I look under my medicine cabinet?!
A few summers ago, my friend visited me in Richmond. While we lay on the banks of Belle Isle, we discussed our lives and soon discovered there were multiple things we partook in where we could be pigeonholed as being or doing one thing when we really don’t see ourselves that way at all. For example…well, I actually can’t give you an example because they’re all below.
We began to call these our farces. I’m not sure they’re actual farces in the Webster-Miriam sense of the word, but these are the lies we live. Below is a list of superlatives that could be applied to myself, but that I don’t personally associate with (yet I sorta have to):
You could call me a blogger, but I don’t call myself that.
Yes, I run this blog with Sara. And for what it’s worth, I’ve been writing for ATOB for almost two years. So I know why people call me a blogger – I do manage a blog that I co-own – but I’m not…well, maybe I am…but I’m not a blogger.
A few weekends ago, one of my old roommates and I were thinking about where to go for brunch. ‘Tis the season of Richmond Brunch Weekend, so I sent her the list of fifty — yes that’s 50— options we had (I like to eat at participating restaurants and scope them out beforehand so I can make more informed recommendations).
From there, we narrowed it down to places I hadn’t been before, were open on Saturdays and were close by. We landed on Bar Solita, the newest RVA Hospitality restaurant featuring Mediterranean vibes, tapas and pizza. Bar Solita’s brunch menu reflects all of that, featuring a little bit of everything. When I was perusing the menu the night before our visit, I had my eye on the Old Bay chicken biscuit, breakfast empanadas and chicken and crepes. We decided to make a reservation in case it was crowded, which it wasn’t.
In late high school, I discovered the value of independence and began to expound its virtue in every facet of my life. Even when I dallied in an extended romance mid-college, I never considered bounding it by such terms as “relationship” or “love” (“low self-esteem” and “self-destructive” would’ve been more apt terms honestly).
Since college, I hadn’t even looked to date. A few years ago, I went on a handful dates to prove probably to myself and friends I could date if I wanted to. I found minimal enjoyment in sharing drinks with strangers I really didn’t care to see again, so I gave that business up fast. I aggressively defended my monk life to family members over the holidays.
My parents came down to Richmond and wanted either nachos or chicken for dinner, so I narrowed down our options to Billy Jack’s, Hot Chick, Continental Westhampton or Weezies. We ended up going to Continental Westhampton, but I couldn’t get over the menu and the gut feeling I had that Hot Chick would be a place for me.
The next day, my boyfriend texted me and told me we should brunch at Hot Chick — which is why we’re together clearly — and we made plans for the next weekend. I read and reread the menu at least once a day until it was finally Sunday.
Not surprisingly, Sara and I are asked all the time what is our favorite brunch spot. This is not such a simple question and requires understanding of multiple factors like what is your favorite dish, how early are you willing to get up, and what vibe do you want in general?
Similarly, we get asked a lot about where our favorite happy hours are. I guess alcohol and brunch go hand-in-hand together? Today we’ve decided to answer that question that outlines our favorite places to grab a quick beer or rail and maybe a bite to eat.
Here’s our list of favorite happy hours spots!
Hi, everyone. In the last few weeks, I’ve started writing haikus on my phone. It’s become increasingly easy to think of a passing feeling or moment and conceptualize 5-7-5 syllables. I also feel like I’m using my general ed requirements from undergrad. I’ve decided to publish a selection below.
I’ve never fallen
in love, but I tasted it
And choked it up fast.
I unfollowed you
to let you know it’s okay
we are not okay.
The curse of an iPhone is its limited battery life. I usually bring my charger with me, but today I forgot it. Sob. I started the day at 8:11 AM at 100%. It's 1:55 PM, and I'm at 33%. What am I going to do?
These are my thoughts (imagine the Law & Order: SVU dun dun dun):
1:56 PM. This isn't so bad. I have my laptop. I can make it until 5 without using my phone.
1:57 PM. How do I Snapchat anyone? And my phone keeps telling me people are Snapchatting me; I want to see!
1:58 PM. 32%. Okay, I won't check Snapchat.
I woke up thinking the day would be okay. I had no urgent emails, and from bed, I posted a photo to Instagram - part of my morning ritual. I then made it to the bathroom where I spent too much time peeing because my friend posted an interesting article on Facebook.
The night before I had PB&J, which seemed fitting for Hump Day Eve. Basically, a concessionary meal that we're almost halfway through the week; no need to exert energy that I'll need to get through tomorrow. I dipped my sandwich in milk that I poured into a glass tumbler. I hung the tumbler on the drying rack afterward, because the dishwasher was running.