On Sunday, some lady friends and I went to brunch for (sob!) the last time at Little D Eatery in Park Slope. It says they're closed for vacation, but this is a lie--they're closed for good! No more pork butt hash (trust me, it's a little slice of butt hash heaven.)
So, now we are on the search for another great brunch spot located in a charming neighborhood where we know at least five members of the staff who will bring us tasty freebies and undercharge us for afore mentioned hash. Is that too much to ask?
What did I find on Sunday? Hahaha, oh man, get this: I found f**king RUSSH! In the Barnes & Noble in Park Slope of all places (it seems sooo out of place in that mom and pop hood.) I didn't know whether to be jubilant or enraged--they had tons of 'em! Fortunately, it wasn't the latest issue which dear sweet Hannah sent me, but the previous one, so now I haven't missed a beat.
And even better, what should I discover upon perusing it but a full two page spread on Girls, the band I will simply not shut up about. I'll scan and post it later tonight!
