I’ve gone bottomless at Luna Park before, and this past weekend I felt it was about time I made my return. This time I broke out of my comfort zone a bit and experimented with the breakfast tacos. Kate went with the breakfast sandwich.
We both went with the bottomless mimosas.
And this time, they were truly bottomless. One of the Luna Parkians was there to refill our glasses when they were only half-empty (I’m a pessimist.)
This was appreciated because it made me feel like a guy that stopped by for some excellent brunch eatins and not because I think it’s an acceptable place to get my Saturday morning buzz on.
But hey, what’s wrong with a Saturday morning buzz?