Can Can Brasserie, RVA.

[Cafe au lait at Can Can Brasserie, Richmond, VA.]

I don’t know what a brasserie is, as I’m sure Carey does, but I highly recommend partaking in one—they seem so…French—high ceilings, lots to look at, bottles of rosé and beer stacked on mirror-backed shelves, baked goods piled on displays for the taking, soft yellow walls, simple marble floors and creaky, old-fashion chairs. A perfect way to spend a rainy Sunday morning.

[I artfully positioned my seat so I could admire the bread porn with nobody the wiser.]

[Splenda cubes.]

[Croissants; one chocolate, one plain.]

[Carey daydreaming about a man with a sleeveless shirt and white linen pants.]

[My photoshop skills are progressing, so this morning, I mastered the technique of removing sleeves.]

Call in your fresh bread order on Sunday morning and swing by to pick it up—we watched a few patrons stop by the front desk to pick up their brown bags with protruding baguettes.

-Rob.