Once we got over an inauspicious start (carsickness in the taxi and having to barf into a pocket of our backpack), and then the horde of adults completely taking over the egg hunt (what did the Ritz Carlton expect, if they include spa treatments and free nights at the hotel among the "eggs"?), Easter Brunch was quite nice.
And is it just me, or is it not quite right to serve Stewed Rabbit in its own Gravy (we asked Bugs to hold up the sign) at a place where the kids were just petting a bunch of little bunny foofoos in the garden?
And is it just me, or is it not quite right to serve Stewed Rabbit in its own Gravy (we asked Bugs to hold up the sign) at a place where the kids were just petting a bunch of little bunny foofoos in the garden?
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