Brunch is a godsend, mostly because it makes discussing your questionable life decisions from the previous evening with an alcoholic beverage, socially acceptable.

I’ve been hearing about Hazel’s Northeast for months, but every weekend their line is out the door and when you’re fighting off the booze sweats, waiting in the sun and smelling food while nauseous is just not plausible. So that meant there was only one solution: Tuesday brunch! Continue reading