Fried pickles + mimosas.

The girls needed a catch up, badly, so we piled into a booth at Folk Art to do it over brunch.

Those chicken and waffles, though.

A love letter to the South.

All of the very best days start with a long, slow walk under tall, windy, spindly, angry oak trees...

Nawlins.

Have you ever found something so amusing that you laughed until you cried, only to receive blank stares when you tried to recount it for someone else?