Leisure
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We’re brunching out
Rarely on Saturday and Sunday mornings do I venture to what's now known as ‘Leo's Down Under.' Partly because the thought of the cafeteria's nether regions makes me slightly nauseated, but also because a weekend brunch diet of tater tots and breakfast burritos gets old faster than the Nazi at the end of Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade. If you choose to take a post-midterm break for a nice weekend brunch, you will have chosen wisely. And although mornings are not my strong suit, when I'm enjoying a delightful brunch, time doesn't matter.