Weaver Street Market

What can I say other than that the brunch bar at Weaver Street hasn’t changed in three years?  My co-ownership code still seems to be active.  I’ll pay y’all the other $50 one of these days, I promise. We spent most of the meal trying to determine if a nearby fellow was gay.  Oh, and a quick walk down Franklin Street to burn off the calories led us past this mural beauty, courtesy of yours truly and a summer of begrudging manual labor.  I’ll get you one day, Michael Brown!

This slideshow requires JavaScript.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s