the first time I brought A. to meet them, I was so nervous that the language barrier would create too much awkwardness. While there was a lot of English-Spanish translating, it was really nice and they seemed to hit it off. We met for brunch at Café du Soleil in the Upper West Side and sat outside. The weather, cloudy and chilly when we first arrived, soon gave way to warm sunshine by the time we started digging into our meals. As much as I enjoyed my blueberry pancakes, my brother David's "Le French Toast" (above) was pretty damn tasty.