A key danger of not having specific plans for your Sunday is that brunch can turn into ten hours of solid eating, drinking, and walking around Capitol Hill looking for more places to drink and eat.
Last night was a field trip to the east side to gorge on mediterranean food followed by a walk to the mall to eat ice cream. It was my first visit to Bellevue Square, which was overwhelming.
On Friday, lower Queen Anne for Indian food, a screening of La Strada, and drinks at the cute little bar next to On the Boards. I can sort of appreciate how the movie was groundbreaking or important, but it was also kind of dull. 8 1/2 is a thousand times better.