put a bird on it

I don't believe in love at first sight.

The Black Bird isn't the most unique name, but when we actually wandered past it on our way to Double D's, I'm convinced I fell in love.  It was the open windows, the earthy colors, the glitzy bar, and of course, the birds on the wall, which reminded me of tattoos I would love to get if they weren't so overdone already.  Something about black silhouettes of birds just screams artsy and beautiful.

Well I went from hungry as fuck to food coma after one pimento cheese/mushroom/prosciutto omelet with sausage, roasted potatoes, and half of the giant buttermilk biscuit.  By the way, they literally put like a whole tablespoon of butter on the biscuit - I was quite alarmed.  But too hungry to care.

You can't go wrong with a fluffy omelet for brunch.  And the potatoes and meat really weighs down a budding hangover, so I could finish that $1 mimosa.

Oh and the abstract-ish nest lamp thing... so lovely.  If I don't paint birds on my body, I guess I'll paint them on my wall.  So many ambitions for my future permanent apartment.

I thought I was going to save stomach space for dessert at French Broad Chocolates, but too. full. too. eat. anymore. must. nap.  I went for an assortment of truffles instead, figuring I'd try to bring fancy flavor flare back to my parents even though it often fails (Dad really just likes his chocolate covered almonds).  Six pieces lets you almost choose one from each of their (seven) collections.  They all look and sound so enticing.  I loved the almost in-your-face spiciness of the canela picante.  And the lavender of the lavender and honey.  And the subtlety of the white jasmine.  I think if I decide to go the route of confectionery, truffles would be my go-to gift.