If there's one past time all New Yorkers can get behind, it's Sunday brunch. After a night out at the Empire Hotel rooftop bar on Saturday night, we hosted a little brunch the next day chez Sam. We were thankful to be indoors on what seemed like the coldest day so far this winter, cooking up enough food to feed the entire block. But the best part of brunch is, decidedly, not the food, but the company you share it with.
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| Squinty-eyed Sam and bacon makin' extraordinaire, Paige. |
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