I was born to brunch. It’s by far my favorite meal, for several reasons. During the two years I lived in Tulsa, brunch became T and I’s thing. Since he was in law school, it was more difficult for him to head north, so I added thousands of miles to my car to make it work – typically trekking to the city on Sundays. (I know you’re reading this in the middle of class, so you can’t object to the miles I accumulated during this relationship!) We bounced from brunch to brunch, and I can rattle off the specials or mimosa price on nearly every menu in town. Now that we live less than 150 miles away from each other, we hit up Flint on Sundays. During Fantasy Football season (yes, I know – technically NFL season, but clearly we have to watch multiple different players and not just one specific team), we had to find a place that would give us great food, good prices, a convenient location, a television, and be able to get us out of there by a 12:05 kickoff.
Thus, we found our brunch home at Flint. My personal favorite spot is at the bar, sitting in front of the fire. But that’s because fireplaces hold a special place in my heart. As a child, I used our fireplace as my stage – dancing, singing, and occasionally pretending I was a Dallas Cowboys Cheerleader. In college, Josh and I would settle up with our laptops and student organization work by the not one, but TWO fireplaces in Pi Phi, which Mom Mindy often joined us to enjoy. If you ever make it to this little gem in the Colcord, do yourself a favor and order the berry compote topped brioche French Toast, Farmers’ Biscuits and Gravy, and if it’s there – the pancake special. You’ll be so content with fullness that you’ll need a mid-day nap. Aren’t those the best?!
I know we’re going to eat a little more than usual on our Sunday fun days, so here is what I throw on to leave a little room for my favorite weekly tradition!