All you naysayers of brunch clearly have something against joy and happy bellies. Coming from a state where there is no brunch, only the three boring main meals, I have come to cherish Chicago brunches. When else can you drink champagne before noon, eat pancakes after noon and have the option or eggs or a quesadilla on the same menu.
Brunch is brilliant.
This weekend I had the pleasure of partaking of two delightful brunches with my delightful mother.
First was the hangover cure of a blt and mimosa’s at Delecee’s on Saturday. While munching on fries and sipping our spiked orange juice my mom and I chatted away the late morning early afternoon away without an ounce of guilt.
And then there was the much anticipated boyfriend/mother/daughter brunch on Sunday. After scouring the internet for a brunch place both close to home and appealing in fun brunch options, we opted for Jack’s mainly because they had mango mimosas. My mimosa combined with a crab cake eggs Benedict and amazing company made brunch a hit.
People can hate on the brunch but I know it has to be because don’t have the company I am privileged in keeping… or the stomach for liquor in the a.m.
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