Sunday morning

This morning we rolled out of bed around ten or so and, after our morning ritual of Darr walking the dog/me feeding Henry, we walked up to a little cafe we've been meaning to try, Lili Patisserie Cafe. Darr had huckleberry blintzes and I had pumpkin pancakes (which means Henry later had pumpkin pancake-flavored breast milk) and we split a side of bacon, because let's face it, you gotta order a pork product of some kind with breakfast. The food was great but the service was a little sketchy. The orange juice I ordered never showed up and for some reason my two pancakes arrived separately.