Sunday Brunch at Tupelo Honey Cafe.

I meander down College Street. It’s Sunday morning and I have no idea if the sky will break above me, or the sun will melt the clouds that seem to hover just over the tops of the buildings. I pass the green awnings and outdoor seating for Tupelo Honey Cafe and approach the entrance.  The line is not long, but the place is buzzing with activity, nearly an hour before most restaurants downtown open.