It was the end of our days of relaxation and freedom, so my dad decided to take me and my brother out to Sunday brunch at Burnt Toast. Our highly-anticipated long weekend ended in a high, delicious note. The line, as expected on a Sunday afternoon, stretched past the front doors and into the parking lot. Which is why were shocked when we were told that our wait time was going to be half an hour at the most. I did not believe it at first, but I soon started to realize that we had arrived at the perfect time. Everybody was wrapping up their meal and leaving the restaurant by the time we got our buzzer. It only took 20 minutes until our waitress sat in is a comfy booth right by the bar.