I’m a changed person. I was never very fond of “brunch”; the term, the ritual, the waking up before the butt-crack of noon on a Sunday. It’s a novel concept, either eating “breakfast foods” late, or eating “lunch foods” earlier under the guise of a compound word that sounds like word you mutter through clenched teeth after you’ve stubbed your toe. I often disappoint my girl when I end up ordering non traditional breakfasty items on our brunch dates like a sandwich or burger. There’s no rules! The body wants what it wants and it wants fries at 10AM. Recently, a lot of restaurants have been adding brunch menus to their repertoir and welcoming guests on weekends for AM services that serve alternatives to the common pancakes and waffles and uses “brunch” as justification for weekend day-drinking. [click to continue…]

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