Summer pleasure zone:
Brunch at home.
I once heard that people treat brunch like sport in New York, and it made sense given the utter thirst people seem to have for it. From day one it’s something I’ve despised– a group of 12 at 12 ready to get ‘boozy.’ If you can some how fend off the negativity arising being the scorn of the service industry likely performing at their lowest capabilities in nearly every capacity from waiter to bar to kitchen to bussing staff, a cuisine sheerly lacking almost any refinement, the dreaded waiting times, etc.. and with almost good reason given their audience.
Thus, a relatively recent joy brought into my life has been performing rich imitation of this ritual, by taking all factors into my own hands. I choose my surroundings, cuisine, drinks, and most importantly– those I wish to dine with.
In the past, my skin would itch with the anxiety of sitting past 2 hours in the confinements of brunch-time. Now it will likely help define a more complete summer.
