We hadn’t had brunch in a while, and Sunday brunch was calling our names. Well, morning mimosas and caesars, to be specific. And Tuc just happened to have both. How… fortuitous.
When Hans and Irene dropped in (from Oslo and Toronto) for the holidays, we knew we needed to give them some good Vancouver brunch lovin. Since we’d all never been to Yolk’s (yeah yeah, fail, we know), we were like OH WHY NOT. Besides, the constant lineups every weekend had us pretty intrigued.