Meet The Founder
Ever since I was a child, my world has been filled with the fond memories of two simple joys: ice cream and pancakes. My mom said I wanted to eat them daily if I could.
As a child, our Sunday ritual involved visiting a breathtaking restaurant right on the beach after church. The moment we walked in, it felt like something special. There were different stations set up all around, each offering something different. I still remember omelets made just how you liked them, stacks of pancakes and waffles, and an entire spread of seafood that seemed endless. There were also tables filled with fresh fruit and delicate pastries. Every bite, every moment, felt lovely. My mom and dad always went for the smoked salmon, while my siblings couldn’t resist the shrimp. Me? I was all about the pancakes or a big, fluffy Belgian waffle, always with a glass of fresh-squeezed orange juice that never seemed to run out.
But it wasn’t just the food that made it so memorable. The restaurant had these huge windows that let you take in the ocean view, and every table had crisp linen with fresh flowers on top. And who could forget the gentlemen playing soft music on the piano. It all felt like time stopped, and nothing else mattered. Those mornings were something I wish I could bottle up; because to me, that’s what mornings should always be like: a peaceful, unhurried moment, shared with the people you love, where time just seems to stand still.
"A beautiful moment to the day."
Me & My Brother Maurice Outside The Restaurant
As I got older, I still enjoyed having pancakes for breakfast, and nine times out of ten, I would order them while dining out. It was just something about the way they tasted and the feeling of comfort and joy I would feel while enjoying them. Traveling became a big part of my life and I was able to travel around the world to some of the most beautiful and amazing places. No matter where I would go, breakfast quickly became my favorite meal of the day. Mornings were when a fresh new day would begin, and new memories would await.
A lot has changed over the years, but one thing has stayed the same, my love for mornings and having a lovely breakfast or brunch. I have the table set daily with a fresh white tablecloth and linen napkins. Even if some mornings I am only having a cup of tea, I like to use a nice cup or mug. Doing this just makes it feel indulgent. In the embrace of my husband, breakfast transformed from a solitary pleasure to a shared passion. Our wedding, which was at the opulent Rosewoods Mansion On Turtle Creek in Dallas, Texas, was an ode to our shared love for mornings and the joy of togetherness. It was an entire weekend event that ended on Sunday with brunch.
Our Wedding Brunch (The Mansion On Turtle Creek)
Today, as we open our home to friends and family, the tradition of brunch endures. A legacy passed down from my childhood, now enriched by years of shared experiences and cherished memories. It is a celebration of life's simple pleasures, a symphony of flavors and laughter that we hold dear. A tradition that began in innocence and continues to thrive, a testament to the enduring power of breakfast and the beauty of connection.
"Bringing friends and family together for a little bit of sunshine to start the day." Stacey