Doing Dumont for Brunch

At brunch over the weekend, I totally became That Lady Who Takes Photos of Every Dish on the Table. But I couldn't help it--the lighting inside DuMont in Williamsburg was too pretty to resist. (As were the little donut bites that start each meal, the Crispy Baby Artichokes, and the DuMont Burger.) (The DuMont Burger!)

I do. I heart it.

Dear House Owner,

Recently found this suspicious note on a doorstop in Williamsburg.

I believe, when opened by the owner--if at all--that it is a letter advocating the need for home insurance or a locksmith, asking for donations to a nearby thrift shop, or reminding the home owner about the necessity of the Lord Jesus Christ in his/her home/life/checkbook.

But those are just guesses. I personally would hope that it was actually a letter from a secret admirer who likes to address envelopes in could-be-cool blue stamp letters. Or a letter from a similarly artsy neighbor just asking (nicely) that the home owner to turn down his booming radio, but aslo asking him to get out his loud aggressions by being the guest DJ their rooftop party next Saturday (you know, so it's a win-win).

Any guesses as to what's inside?