An ode to Women’s Day – brunch with my mother and sister at Possums Bistro & Deli in Parkhurst.
In addition to their freshly flavourful food, I love the decor which includes a sleepy black poodle at the door, and the richly bizarre assortment of fellow brunchers which ranged from fancypants foreign bidnessmen who used the word “stakeholder” a lot, and a mentally touched older gentleman who couldn’t use a knife and happily conversed with himself in the sun.
To wash it all down, I had a tall glass of Rose-Raspberry Cordial – a real Anne-of-Green-Gables-gets-Diana-drunk moment. If you haven’t yet read it, I urge you to track down the entire series and get stuck in immediately. Marilla would be proud.