And so it came to pass, in the land of North Carolina by way of Georgia, a young Belle was cast off into the foreign land of Houston. Forced to dwell in this purgatorial land, I found all was not lost, for Houston had a wide variety of brunch offerings! And so every Sunday, I can put on my pearls, my finest frilly dress, and biggest bow headband ( which isn’t different from any other day, but on Sundays no one wonders why you are dressed up, since clearly you are going to brunch) and find a little bit of fancy in Texas. Here will be a recount of these experiences! Cheers.