Saw an Uzbek place on the way to dinner offering “Russian brunch”. Much speculation ensued, with the consistent punch line of caviar and vodka. Until somehow a sauna made its way into the gag, then I broke everyone by suggesting sauna, lutefisk, and aquavit.

How? How do you run out of galaktoboureko on Greek Easter Sunday? Our habitual spot started doing Sunday brunch recently, I guess they underestimated people’s appetite for Greek dessert.

These past two weekends have been filled with family, friends, love and stories that will hopefully make me miss my dad a bit less, especially as I finally head home.