"Dude, this is SO good," you say between bites. I laugh, I love taking my friends here when I'm home. We're sitting in a small, hole-in-the-wall hispanic restaurant in Massachusetts, not your typical brunch place, but I was immensely craving Latin food after months away in Tennessee, where restaurants like these are almost inaccessible. The waitresses are fast-talking and gruff, collecting orders like roll call, but somehow nurturing all at once.
Read MoreIt’s a gloomy Sunday morning today. You run in late to First Watch, mentioning something dramatically about the obnoxious Tennessee humidity and not being able to find parking. I smile, it’s our first time meeting in person.
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