“That… is one… long… queue.”
My exact words when we showed up at Jones the Grocer for brunch.
Apparently, everybody goes to Jones the Grocer for breakfast and brunch. And when we started wolfing down our orders, I began to understand why. But I am getting ahead of myself here.
For now, the wait. Oh yes, The Wait…
Being that Mr. Jones is, after all, still a grocer, I was compelled to walk around and check out all of his merchandise… And what did I find? Only some of the loveliest product- packagings I have seen in my life! I wish I spent more time in my kitchen, if only to visit my cupboard on a regular basis and see these beautiful things, all lined up inside:
Jones the Grocer is modernly Industrial- looking, with high ceilings, white walls, and bare cement screed floors. This sparse minimalism is housed inside one of the old Colonial buildings at Dempsey Hill. Charming.
Before you know it, you’ve already been ushered to your table… orders taken… orders served… then BAM!
You forget all about The Wait.
Of course you never realize how full you really are, until you try getting up from that chair.
Happy Easter, little bunnies!
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