I recall brunch from childhood as going to a fancy buffet after church with the grandparents. Now, however, I refuse to accompany my friends to "brunch" and any girl that exclaims her proclivity towards "brunching" immediately makes me
I will always choose to cook breakfast myself than to put up with this nouveau "brunch" that consists of 24-year-olds who are proud of waking up at 1 PM, and of not knowing who the governor of their home state is ("Whatever. Some prick."). The ones who look like they were dressed by a first-generation Sony robot (heavy flannel work short, unflattering and tiny Russell Athletic gym shorts, gladiator sandals, facial hair "art"). Predictably, these "adults" drank more than everyone else in the world last night, and express this rad-ness through loud shrieks and yips.