[T]here are few things I like more than Sunday morning brunch with friends. This week we dined at Jar in Hollywood. The expertly appointed dining room invokes the spirit of a 1940s style supper club. We sipped bellinis and coffee, dined on pot roast hash, Florentine omelets, lobster Benedicts, and corn pancakes with fresh strawberries. All was divine, perfectly cooked and beautifully plated. Rhys was super into the pancakes. I’ll continue to pretend I ordered them for him and not myself.
