One of my favorite shows of all times is Friends. I’ve seen each episode multiple times and find myself constantly comparing relationships in my life to the dynamic duos…am I a Rachel and a Ross? Are my gals and I really as close as Joey and Chandler? Then most days, I resonate with one character or the other.
On brunch days, I find myself sticking to who I know best. JOEY. One of the most relatable Joey-isms of all time, is when he made eye contact with the meat platter in front of him and iconically shared
“here come the meat sweats.”
I mean…yes, this is me.
That being said, I will never be a housewife that wants a salad for lunch. Jesus didn’t give us this day, our daily iceberg lettuce. No, the man of all men broke bread – he wanted us to carboload. So, I take my buttery buns and raise you a medium-well angus beef patty.
I’ll then do you one better and pair it with a cocktail glass of fries. Oh, and don’t forget your blackberry margarita (with enough tequila to kill a small army of Tex-Mexis) to wash it down.
At Fred’s, you can have all of this and more. Pair it with their super attractive waiting staff and knowing there’s a plethora of Christian Louboutins four floors below you, and the case is closed. Amazing food and shopping, all in one spot? You can thank me later, for knowledge is power.
As I sit with my food coma, I can’t help myself in getting really excited to share with you my hiking adventure with my favorite dude in a couple of days. For now, let me break out the sunscreen.
A special thank you to our friends at Fred’s at Barneys. As always, all opinions are my own.