The company.
The aunties.
The motley crew of Nothing is Happening, Not at All, I don't know and Me, poured our aunty souls out over a brunch you'd wish you could have everyday, even if it made you fat and broke. I had a short reunion with my favouritest 'spensive cake, Berry Chocolate Cheesecake though now I can only content myself by dreaming of eating it till I find a good enough reason to override the shortcomings (getting fat & broke) of going there. We were there so long, we left permanent buttmarks on the leather seats. Nearly everything was perfect and the day hung still in that glass-enclosed paradise.