I often talk about my friends to my other friends, referring to them as “my best friend.” My best friend from Nashville, my best friend from Pi Phi, my best friend from pageants. Typical girl thing, I’m sure. I do have one best friend that is different from all the others. He could be my best friend from high school, my best friend that Instagrams like it’s his job, my best friend that lives in LA, my best friend that’s Jewish, my best friend that leaves me four minute voicemails (that was probably originally of my own doing), but most importantly – my best friend that understands just how important brunch is.
Luckily, my manfriend also loves brunch, so I got to dine at Flint twice in one weekend. Josh was ever so kind to photograph me on our way to the world’s greatest biscuits and gravy and most amazing berry compote topped french toast. It was a cool morning, but quickly warmed up – as Oklahoma always does.