Why I Hate Brunch
Dear BA Foodist,
I live in San Francisco. Whenever friends and family are in town, they always want to do brunch, but the wait times at my favorite places are even worse than the dinner waits. Is it worth it?
Hal Whitby, San Francisco
Most of my friends and colleagues are going to give me a hard time
about this, but here goes: I hate brunch. There, I said it. Now hear me
out. In New York, where I live, brunch is a great tradition (second
only to walking extremely fast). On Saturdays and Sundays, Big Apple
sidewalks are filled with bleary-eyed locals and tourists waiting and
waiting and waiting. And for what? Eggs, bacon, toast, pancakes, and
orange juice–items that every breathing human should know how
to prepare. So that’s the number one reason I don’t go out for brunch:
I can make it at home and then eat it in the nude if I want. Also,
brunch food is often mediocre. Why? The staff doesn’t want to be there.
The waiters are hung over, and the chef is just biding time till he can
concentrate on dinner service. And, finally, I hate brunch menu markup.
It’s funny; the same folks who complain about a place that overcharges
for wine or a burger in the evening don’t even consider the outrageous
cost of brunch. Eggs aren’t expensive, so why are you going to
restaurants that charge you two bucks for one sunny-side up?
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