It is 10 am on a Saturday morning and I don’t want to get out of bed, because my room is cold and I can hear the wind blowing outside. I’m wide awake but unwilling to leave the warmth of my divinely comfortable bed. The only thing that
Malvon is a favorite, but I use the word ‘favorite’ far too often, which negates its correctness. This funky, run-down house in Villa Crespo serves up a noteworthy weekend brunch, and we all know: brunch is my favorite favorite.