How one girl’s working Sunday turned into the best excuse to dine out, at 2pm. This is what they call “Brunch”.

image: Dries Van Noten boutique in Paris

In between blogging, reading Wintour’s biography (which I polished off Friday night) and trying to find the perfect black leather pumps there’s time for the one meal for which being hungover is a requisite. Whether you’re a romantic couple refuelling after a sleepless night in an all-white hotel bed; a group of Chanel-clad girlie girls with mimosas on tap or the middle-aged gourmands who wear Gucci because it’s made in Italy and so is Parma prosciutto and Sassicaia – Brunch is not just something you grab; it’s an institution.

In this week’s episode of my brunch tales Caitlin and I took to my Parkdale stomping ground, Cadillac Lounge. In slowly admitting to being a bruncher I’ve safeguarded myself by participating in the final hour rather than waking up before noon on a Sunday to have my oysters shucked into a pool of Tabasco sauce on my tongue. NB: If you don’t like raw oysters, you are definitely not eurotrash. Same goes for champagne and often times, spooning a rose gold Balenciaga.

The point is, if I brunch at 2pm I can always play it off as lunch and order something salty, savoury like an extra spicy tequila Caesar with pimento olive garnish and a Nicoise salad – jus sayin’. And if I want pancakes at 2pm, brunch also makes such sweet impulses among the most honourable. I always knew the LOTR hobbits had it right with their ritual second breakfast. Being vegan/vegetarian/pescatarian, the Fresh brunch does wonders with the typical bacon, sausage and egg combo – and compared to their pricey hamburgers and $15 salads, the pancake, sausage and scramble combo is actually great value. I have only ever finished it once, and that was only because I had skipped dinner the night before.

Post-brunch is the best time for guilt-free, ostensible, window shopping. You wanna play ring around the rosy in Louis Vuitton? That is a great idea. Maybe you’ll pick up a pair of their hunter green, rubber stiletto Wellies while you’re at it. Everyone wins. One never feels like money is actually being spent after Sunday brunch. The whole process is so fantastic you may as well purchase that silk Hermes scarf you’ve been ogling or a 2.55 caviar flap bag, whatever!

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