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!
Since 2005, I have committed a few faux pas on Facebook. I don’t think my sins will ever approach the gracelessness of a middle-aged mother on Facebook (that’s a jab at my own), but I am not some beacon of social media poise. I have accidentally poked, unintentionally shared, and once even tagged myself in a stranger’s profile picture. That last blunder may be most embarrassing moment – until last week.
I have known “Phil” for several years. We share the same friendship circle, see each other monthly, and have the rapport of managing elevator talk if we even communicate at all. However, by proximity, history, and mutual friends, I daresay we are more than acquaintances.
A few months ago, I saw a picture on Instagram of Hobnob's pimento cheese BLT. It looked amazing, dripping in soft, melty pimento cheese, bacon, lettuce, tomato and avocado on sourdough. Then I forgot about it in the chaos of life and the entire summer went by.
For reasons that I don't understand, the vision of this pimento cheese sandwich came back into my head this week and I began to obsess over a sandwich I've never had (again). The only reasonable thing a gal can do in a situation like this is GO GET THE SANDWICH.
I have never stolen anything. Okay, I take that back, or else I wouldn’t be writing this post. I have never stolen anything intentionally.
In elementary school, I remember my mom took me to the Dollar Store, and I found some toy ball. Five minutes down the road later, I realize I’m still holding said ball and immediately shout, “I took the ball!” My mom insisted we return to the store and return the ball. At least she believed me that I hadn’t tried to steal it. Which was true. I hadn’t.
You might be wondering, what on earth could you possibly have left to say about weight loss, Sara? And that's a fair question. I want to talk about DietBet.
For starters: What is DietBet?
DietBet is an app which allows users to pay money into a weight loss challenge. The winners split the pot at the end. I hemmed and hawed about doing one. I knew from Biggest Loser that money motivated me to lose weight, but I only knew one person who has done it before. I also couldn't decide how much to bet or which type of game to do.
We realized we can't sit here and declare the best biscuit in Richmond alone. While yes, we have a food blog and eat a lot, we can't make that call all alone. Instead, we turned to our ATOB Instagram followers to vote.
The Biscuit Bracket's Creation
Running alongside the World Cup bracket, we started our own bracket. We arranged a bracket with 16 local restaurants with biscuits on the menu and asked people to vote in every day's match up via our Instagram stories (which means voting is only open for a day). The winner would then move on to the next round.
Pull up a bar stool and order another round. We’re about to talk about one of those dating urban legends that we all know is true, but we hate to be reminded.
We all know about the one who got away - the mythical first or maybe second or third love that stole our breath and then our hearts before vanishing into the night, either by their own devices or by some hand-spun twist of life and destiny. You’re probably thinking of your own now - that beautiful creature who slipped away no matter how much you argued, chased, and fought. And that’s why you need another drink: you know it’s true.
A few weeks ago, I had to drive home for a family dinner. My brother accompanied me. We hit the road late (I blame my brother), and it was only when in the driver’s seat that I realized my gas tank was a quarter full. Now I’m one of those people who seldom lets their gas dip below half, so I’m not sure how I reached this point. Nevertheless, I decided we could make our two-hour journey without filling up. Plus, while home, my parents planned to switch out my current car with a newer one, so it would be a waste of money to fill up the tank. I would save the most by riding close to empty.
The first 90 minutes of the ride passed without incident. We passed many gas stations without notice.
I've been annoyed for some time with private meme accounts. It's never really been at the forefront of my thought, just kind of the fly buzzing around the room, bringing with it some annoyance.
When someone is DM'ing me something they think is relevant and funny to me, I don't particularly want to go through the effort of following someone, waiting for them to accept me and then days later, smirk at whatever someone sent me. It's too long of a build-up, so then the meme is remarkably less funny.
This past winter, I met someone. For a month, it worked out, and then due to a host of inevitabilities that I'll save for future blogposts rants, things fractured. The day following our split, I went on Bumble out of spite. I wanted friends to report Cazey is back in the game (was he ever in the game?), he wasted no time, she meant nothing, he really is a Slytherin. I also wanted to keep up momentum – dating had been fun for an inexplicable moment. Maybe several moments.
“Juliet” was the second person I matched with. She was obviously attractive, tall, well educated, and prompt enough at replying. We also maintained conversation slightly above small talk, though we did regress to discussing central air conditioning by day six.
I tried to go for a run today. After about a mile, I found myself sitting by the fountains of the VMFA, texting Cazey to see if we should get one of those delicious breakfast sandwiches from Idle Hands.
He was en route to the gym, but volunteered to come with me while I got a sandwich, but I didn't want to burden him. Instead, I convinced myself that maybe if I just 'happened' upon Black Hand Coffee Co, I would get a coffee and sandwich there.