Fats mcgee.
I had brunch with a friend who decided to come into Philly spur of the moment. The brunch place had a prix fixe menu including one starter, an entrée, and unlimited mimosas, bloody marys, or a bottle of champagne for 25. Not bad. I didn’t end up ordering the prix fixe special, but got a cheeseburger instead, and a mimosa separately. The cheeseburger wasn’t bad, but I’ve definitely had better. The fries were great, and the mimosa tasted mediocre. It was my first mimosa ever, so perhaps mediocre is as good as mimosas get period - all I know is that orangina/my homemade blend of sprite and OJ taste superior. I felt guilty eating this food. A little like a fat kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar - busted, but eating that cookie anyway, penalties be damned. Junk food is glorious.
