"I'm stll hungry" she said.

We covered a lot of ground food-wise. I didn't get the complete "cart" experience I was searching for. I guess that's why you plan your next trip.




A lovely hand-selected antipasti plate. I was told the bread tasted great as well.





Tucked off of Trader Vic alley, this was a magical brunch spot. Le Colonial was a jeannie bottle on the inside.




If we weren't feeling so before, the sunny courtyard gave a leisurely aspect to the morning.



An "Old Cuban" as an aperitif.




A perfect blush of rare beef peeking from the top of the pho bowl. This was rivaled only by the house brussel sprouts. Quartered brussels, pan fried with shitake mushrooms, sweet chili sauce, and finished with fried shallots. Nothing like delightfully crunch mini cabbage between your chopsticks.