Brunch, brunch is Sunday's most precious gift. And no eggs, however glorious, may justify waiting an hour for it. That's what Arthur Miller said in his canonical work The Crucible, right? something like that.
But, really. I think there comes a time in everyone's life where it just doesn't seem worth it anymore to wait (and wait. and wait.) to be seated at one of Portland's hottest brunch spots. After estate-saleing last week, Tessa and I wanted to go to breakfast and I was shaking
with caffeine withdrawls with the thought of braving the crowds at 11:00 on Sunday.
So, we headed over to the City State, and it was just the right amount of crowded. Lively, but with space at the counter for two girls - one cute and one in desperate need of a cup of coffee. It was everything we wanted! truly egg-celent! (ya, our server didn't think that was funny either.)
This I know for sure : the best brunch is the one spent with friends ... and bacon.
City State Diner is located in Northeast Portland, on NE 28th, just off Burnside.
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