French Toast; Cafe Soho, New York

Brunch, or, as I like to call it, brizzunch, is my favourite meal, in theory and in practice. What's not to love? Having brunch automatically means you have slept in and thus missed having breakfast, so it is reasonable to assume that if you start the day with brunch, you are having a lazy day rife with afternoon naps and mindless channel surfing; plus you are pigging out and get to have a meal that is more substantial than breakfast yet is usually just as substantial as lunch... but is bundled up into one easy package! Like two for the price of one!


Brunch is that sexy forbidden love-child of the more granola (literally and metaphorically) Breakfast and the efficient workaholic Lunch. Like I know breakfast gets all this hype and rep for being "important" and "healthy", but my contrarian nature causes me to reject authority and "what is good for me", so adjectives like "important" and "healthy" make me want to pick an argument with whatever is being described in that way. In this instance the argument would go a little something like "Umm yo B-fast? So I know you're the first meal of the day and you fill an empty stomach but other than that, what's the appeal? If I wake up at 1pm and have my first meal of the day then you automatically become Lunch so obviously you're not really very clearly defined or distinct in your personality at all, I mean pick a persona and stick to it, dammit, because if you're that fickle then I'm sorry but I refuse to take you seriously. And while we're on the topic being described as "healthy" is kinda the food equivalent of someone being described as having a "nice personality and good sense of humour". In other words, it's bland and lacking and generic and if you were a person you'd probably be that awkward self-righteous nice guy sitting in the corner being like 'but I'm good for you, why don't you want to date me'.

"And Lunch, I don't want to date you either. Any mention of you is usually preceded by the words "business" or "quick", and sometimes I'd like to force feed you a chill pill and tell you to take life easy and slow down. You are always talking about work, and right after I see you, I have to go back to work and keep doing work although you invariably make me sleepy, which, honestly, is a little torturous. Yet you do this to me, like, five days a week. Logically, all signs point to you displaying signs of sadism. Sadism = Not Hot.


"So Brunch, I still like you best of all. You're slow and easy and languid. You can be savoury or sweet, or both! At the same time (case in point: French Toast and strawberries and bananas and way too much maple syrup)! You are exciting. You keep me on my toes. You also single-handedly evoked a love letter from me, which is pretty impressive. I mean, I don't care this passionately about most HUMAN BEINGS. You, my friend, are a keeper."

XOXOXOX & see you Saturday,
FEI FEI

Brunch; Primorivo Osterio, West Village, New York

After making the bold and completely unprovoked claim that New York houses the best food in the world, Danny fell under some pressure to prove he wasn't just talking out of his ass. And then we had brunch in the West Village and all of a sudden it DID turn out to be true because I finished (honest-to-God licked-the-plate-squeaky-clean finished) my first meal in New York.

(Danny's) Steak & Eggs

(My) Eggs Norwegian

(NO MORE/Note the lack of) Eggs Norwegian

And someone is addicted to cappucinos and won't admit it...

And someone else is addicted to desserts (Strawberry & Banana Sponge Cake) and will readily admit it because this was the most moist, succulent sponge cake I have ever had in my life.

Brunch; Diva, Soho, New York

Who has tiramisu with brunch? I DO, and don't judge, I'm on vacation and it was very stressful watching the Spain-Sweden game.



(My) Mozzarella Omelette

(Danny's) Blueberry Waffles

Pretty tiramisu