One of my favorite things about being a New Yorker is the institution of Sunday brunch. Yes, its common to also enjoy Saturday brunch, but its not the same as Sunday. And here is why.
On Saturday, its still a "work day", maybe not at the office, but in the household. People do laundry, grocery shop, run errands, etc. So maybe you do have brunch on Saturday, but its before or after doing your Saturday tasks.
Sunday brunch has a much more leisurely feel. No need to worry about laundry, as most laundry places take this as a day of rest. People bring the Times with them (and the Sunday version is quite thick!) and pour over the variety of sections, sipping coffee or a mimosa, while being very leisurely about their choice of brunch items. If there is an agenda on Sunday, its to look at apartments or shop or watch football or do nothing. Brunch tends to be a bit longer, the conversations a bit brighter and hopeful, and mood a bit sleepier and more cozy. Also, since Saturday tends to be the bigger night out, the stories on Sunday are much juicier.
This morning after a fun night out last night - MadMen Style! - I joined the girls for a leisurely brunch at French Roast. There was nothing hurried about our time together, it was just what the doctor ordered in terms of protein and girl time.
And that's the best thing of Sunday brunch, its the perfect start to a week if you are of the belief that Sunday is the first day of the week, and if you believe its the end, then the perfect ending.
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