Something about a Sunday morning breakfast

 Dear Blog, 

There is something so special and pure about sitting in a breakfast diner on a Sunday afternoon. Parents with their kids, their apple juice in cups with lids so they don't spill. Old people reading the newspaper, doing the crossword while eating their pancakes. It's always so calm. The air even seems to be calm on a Sunday afternoon at a classic brunch spot. Wherever you go. The option of home fries or hash browns follows.  

My breakfast of choice at a diner is always an eggs benedict. Always. 

I get it because I feel like who is going to make eggs benedict at home, not me. 

(This specific eggs benedict is from South Hills cafe in Eugene, Oregon)

But it's only really right when it's on an english muffin, I've had it with focaccia bread, not it. 

I stick to the classics, but whatever you do, don't get an eggs benedict in some trendy LA cafe. They put the spinach, they put the tomato, they put the micro greens. 

Leave it be LA.