I don’t know what brunch is like where you live, but brunch here in South Florida is an event. People get dressed up, make plans or reservations, take limos… here’s an example at one of my favorite hangouts, Salt7, and their weekly Sunday Funday event, “The Brunch”:
One thing that is a brunch staple – besides mimosas and Bloody Marys – is bacon. Brunch without bacon is like… well… anything without bacon – infinitely worse. But I found something in my refrigerator that was somewhat close: sausage. So my Sunday brunch (without leaving the house) consisted of champagne from yesterday’s Veuve Clicquot event, omelets, and sausage:
Sunday is also my “cheat day” from my newly-found lifestyle of working out and eating better. (Funny how my bacon-free Lent coincided with my “eating better”, huh? ) So I decided to take Susan to this fairly-new restaurant, 1000 Degrees Neapolitan Pizzeria. You can go pick your unlimited toppings and they fire up your pizza in a really hot oven – and your pizza is ready in two minutes.
When I got there, I saw their beer bar and thought, “Too bad I can’t drink beer, because I gave it up for Lent.” (Yes, I gave up bacon and beer.) Then I remembered – Sundays don’t count during Lent! Oh glorious day! So ended up ordering bacon on my pizza (along with Canadian bacon, since you don’t want to ignore the neighbors from the north). Everything – for one meal – seems right in the world.