Good morning, and happy belated International Women's Day!
This summer, I had one staple in my weekend trips up to visit friends in Washington. It was a clandestine treasure I dredged up from the cold depths of page 4 of Yelp, and it was called Beyoncé Brunch. It was exactly the same as normal brunch, except the mimosas were twice as expensive for D.C. prices, and the restaurant exclusively played songs from Lemonade and ANTI.
Now, bless the bacon and avocado-toast gods, there is a "Brunch Bill" being proposed in the state legislature that would allow restaurants to serve alcohol before noon on Sundays.
North Carolina politicians might agree with The Gays™ on some things after all :')