Brookside by Day, Tulsa, OK

Oh, brunch Sunday. Tony and I ate at Brookside by Day yet again (where he made me go for Sunday brunch when I visited in March and where we used to go every frickin' Sunday after Mass when I used to live in Tulsa) and he ate his usual eggs Benedict with runny egg yolks. I, on the other hand, had a fabulous chicken fried steak and gravy with good, plain, no-additive mashed potatoes. In D.C., every kitchen has to add something to the mashed potatoes--roasted garlic, wasabi paste, pureed parsnips, etc., etc. And chicken fried steak in D.C.? Non-existent. At least nothing that deserves the name.