Baked French Toast

For the third time in 10 months, Steve and I have gone out without Cassie. She got some quality time with her grandma and aunt and we got some time to troll around downtown. We went to a bunch of thrift shops and ended the afternoon at Nolita Cafe for bluegrass brunch. And there is where we had the best french toast EVER. Holy moly migoli. It's baked. It's actually brioche soaked in brandy, vanilla, half and half and egg. Then it's topped with brown sugar. We decided we are going to try replicating this and making it our traditional dish we eat on Christmas morning. Mmm.