Grange

Samantha and Stephen came from the Bay Area to have brunch with Ben and me, and we went to Grange, a restaurant below the Citizen Hotel in Downtown Sacramento.

Location: Grange (pronounced like Grain, not Gran)
Food Rating: 8
Drinks Rating: 9
Ambiance: 9

Food we tried: Eggs Benedict, Dungeness Crab Cake Benedict, Grange Scramble, Huevos Rancheros
Drinks we tried: Mimosas, coffee

We were also served a bread basket of coffee cake slices and mini bran muffins.  My ratings are estimates because I forgot to ask everyone what they thought about their brunch on a numerical scale.  We all went the savory route (i.e. the best only route) and I would definitely eat any of those things again.  Grange is within walking distance of my apartment, even despite the weather turning colder and my walking distance threshold getting shorter.  We passed Occupy Sacramento on the way to brunch, and we walked to coffee and the Capitol afterward. 

Samantha actually beat my beverages count at Grange!  I did not have coffee, because I felt it would not go well with my Crab Cake Benedict.  I did have coffee afterwards though, so does that count?
Next time we plan to order a gamut of cheese.  Or a cheese carnival.

Oh yeah.  Also during brunch I spilled my water while attempting to drink it, resulting in a "[sarcastic scoff], Corey!" from Samantha.  This is not a strange thing.  Since HIGH SCHOOL, I've been spilling my drinks in the car, at the table, everywhere, and immediately alerting Samantha, only to realize she is not surprised at all.  These days I find myself unable to tell Samantha about my drink mishaps, but Ben is usually nearby.  He has also come to expect my regular spills of everything all over the place.  This morning, I spilled my coffee on one of my only clothing items that doesn't already have a coffee stain.  When I was doing laundry last week there was a pool of laundry detergent soaked into the carpet from tipping the bottle over.  I accidentally overturned a cooler of melted ice (i.e. water) in the hallway at work today.  In my days of food service, I used to drop entire cartons of smoothie mix on the counter and floor.  And my clothes.  One of my phone chargers is covered in spilled nail polish.  I really liked that color too.

So, I have dedicated a semi-original poem to my twin sister Samantha, for putting up with my predictable tendencies and for introducing me to William Carlos Williams' "This is just to say."

This is just to say.

I have spilled

the beverage

that was upright

a moment ago

which you

probably expected

forgive me

but what can you expect

after all

these years.