"Yummy waffles! Hollandaise that hurts your tummy! Wholesale champagne! Let's not kid ourselves, the institution of brunch is objectively senseless. Sorry, but it’s true. So instead of trying to take the meal seriously, lean into the silliness of it all and go to Eveleigh. This sceney Sunset Strip spot has been a Weho brunch standby for over a decade and still gives the brunch people exactly what they want: a cutesy patio that looks like you’re in the backyard of a Provencal poet’s house, a crowd decked out in questionable sun hats, and a solid French-ish menu filled with goat cheese omelets, farro bowls, and obviously, lots of rosé. " - nikko duren, brant cox, sylvio martins
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