Whether you’re going to wake up or have the last meal of your day at Sun in My Belly, you’ll feel the love radiating from inside. The café features a quite extensive assortment of colorful candles in glass jars, and the pastel palette of hues contributes to an overall welcoming and aesthetically pleasing décor.
I wish I could have experienced Sun in My Belly’s Jazzy Brunch, held on the first Sunday of every month and featuring live jazz performances. But the regular brunch is, verily, a wonderful experience as well. A perfect example of the blend of comforting taste and inventiveness characteristic of Southern cuisine is the PBLT, a beautiful pun-based idea that is as tasty as it is amusing. As it sounds, it’s a peanut butter BLT.
It feels as if going to Sun in My Belly is intended to be an experience akin to swallowing sunshine, and I think it fulfills that intention in a glorious manner. In all seriousness, everything exudes warmth and friendliness: the staff, the food, and the ambience. If I were a millionaire living in Atlanta, I would eat brunch here every single day of my life, and then I’d have them come to my house and cater my dinner.