Brunch

[33anda3rd]

Do you want a meal where you can pretend to be hip and urbane even though you're wearing dirty shower shoes, cargo shorts and a backwards ballcap declaring which Big Ten School you went to?

Are you unable to get up before 11am on Sunday but want the option of breakfast but don't want to go to a dedicated diner/breakfast place?

Couldn't you just DIE for a meal served by the restaurant's C Team that is composed partially of stuff that's leftover from weekend dinner service and is going to be stale come Tuesday? Where, because it's the C Team and they're not the A Team it's ok to tip poorly and bark orders?

Wouldn't it be divine if there were a meal where the beverage menu was centered around a flavorless neutral spirit and tomato juice, even when tomatoes are way out of season? And if you could, once a month, either because you have no short-term memory or are given to hyperbole, could declare "OMG thissuz likka bess bloody EVER!!!!!!"

Can't you really go for a pile of C- pancakes smothered in chocolately, sugary crap? Just like a pure carb-and-sugar failure pile?

What if there were a meal in which service ends at 3 and the restaurant closes until dinner later in the day, but you could feel obligated to sit around and occupy space between those services, oblivious to the hate being directed toward your UGG boots by the whole staff?

Wouldn't it be the best thing in the world if we could collectively decide which place for this meal is the hottest so we can all stand outside waiting for a table even in February? So that like everyone could see us there? And we could give it bonus Heat Points if it's in a transitional neighborhood so we can feel like trailblazers instead of gentrifiers?

[SHOW]

“I don’t know how many, like, white people having brunch I can deal with on a Saturday afternoon.”--Julian Casablancas, on leaving NYC.

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[AWvsCBsteeeerike3]

The best thing about brunch is that it takes one right back to Saturday night and I for one applaud that.

[lukethedrifter]

Was brunch for always for [expletive] or is that a new phenomenon?

[Freed Roger]

I like going out for breakfast, whether it's called brunch or not - but the stuff you describe sounds awful
- and Chicago-ish.

[jim]

I haven't been to a restaurant brunch where I didn't want to vomit an hour later. The food is weird.

But I make brunch usually every Wednesday - that's my night to cook dinner. It's really good. That's right - brunch. For dinner.

Mind blown, right? I'm craaaaazy.

[AWvsCBsteeeerike3]

I'm not going to lie, boozy brunches were my number one favorite meal of the week a couple years ago. I lived for them. 1. I love sunday funday and if you can get people to show up to breakfast/lunch/whatever you want to call it, you can get them to drink a mimossa which means you can get them to drink a couple mimossas which means, eventually, you can get them to go down the path of bloody mary and then beer and then end up grilling burgers at someones house while finishing off whatever liquor is leftover from the weekend. And it all starts with going somewhere in the morning to eat, but...really, drink.

So...I love that. I love, love, love morning/day drinking. The food is incidental, but generally speaking it's how I'd determine how to dress. If a place was serving $50/person buffet food with nasty shrimp, disgusting hollandaise sauce, $5 mimossas, tough steak and a bunch of highfalutin sounding but generally gross food, I'm wearing a hoodie and probably one that has a stain on it, ripped jeans or cargo shorts, and the worst pair of flip flops I own....hopefully they stink. [expletive] that place.

But, if a place is actually serving decent food (I'm looking at you eggs benedict with awesome sauce and a little piece of ribeye on top for $13) and has $5 bottles of champagne (albeit [expletive]) and a jazz band and an awesome wait staff, I'd probably skip the nasty hoodie and stinky flip flops and throw on a pair of decent jeans. Whatever.

Back on track, the point is, brunch is awesome because on sunday morning, it's generally frowned up on to pour yourself a drink at 10 AM. But, BUT, get everyone to go to brunch and it's perfectly acceptable to drink a mimossa or a BM or a salty dog or whatever the heck you want. It's basically a continuation of Saturday night.*

*If you had a going out kind of saturday night.

[jim]

I can't eat 95% of the stuff they put out in a brunch because that stuff tastes bad to me and gives me the runs, so I end up paying $50 for scrambled eggs. And I hate Champagne. Carbonation gives me heart burn.

[AWvsCBsteeeerike3]

I can't eat 95% of the stuff they put out in a brunch because that stuff tastes bad to me and gives me the runs, so I end up paying $50 for scrambled eggs. And I hate Champagne. Carbonation gives me heart burn.

More to 33's point, I had never thought of them just throwing leftovers out there for brunch. I just, I guess naively, assumed that it was grade a stuff they were serving. There is a place in Little Rock called yayas. I [expletive] despise that place. Their food is disgusting. People love it, but I always just assumed because of their brunch it was a [expletive] hole and people were culinary dip [expletive]. Maybe it is not terrible and they're just passing off their sloppy seconds as some Grade A primo brunch...which is gross, as I mentioned. I [expletive] hate that place.

[docellis]

Casa Gallardo used to have a Mexican brunch on Sundays and I loved that. One of my favorite things to make for breakfast is nachos (or tacos) with steak, refried beans, scrambled eggs, , that habanero pepper cheese, sliced jalapenos and pico - topped with red cabbage and diced avocados.

I love mexican food and breakfast together.