Sunday brunch in Oakland. Although the city looked like a ghost town with the streets deserted, the first three spots we tried to go to had wait lines. I suppose the entirety of the city gathers at these places on Sunday mornings.
We ended up going to Bocanova right on the waterfront. The event was made all the more memorable when Chris spilled his entire Bloody Mary on his lap. Ah, good times.
Afterwards we walked through the farmers market being held at Jack London Square. There was a lady making pretty sweet balloon animals. Maggie got herself a little zebra.