November 15, 2009 | 5 Comments

Sunday, bloody Sunday.

Brunch at Max London’s downtown today for giant helpings of eggs, creme fraiche, groovy tunes, football scores, and Bloody Marys.

Max London's

[Celebrating the Jaguars' win over the Jets... sorry, New York!]

Bloody Mary

[Huevos Rancheros breakfast pizza.]

Max London's breakfast pizza

[Waffle with poached eggs, salmon, and chive creme fraiche.]

Max London waffle creme fraiche

creme fraiche chives salmon Max Londons

[Rob's mouth makes a heart when he smiles. So I drew it on the take-out box.]

Rob's happy mouth

Max London's in Saratoga Springs

[Inside the ladies' bathroom.]

lipstick wallpaper [Awesome and creepy. Love it.]

Carey Wodehouse Burden

Rob says he’s not eating for a month, but I’m scouring the house for vodka and worcestershire…

-Carey

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