Spring breeze, crisp sun, pollen hazed skies, and trees in full bloom—perfect day for an allergy attack and Sunday brunch. Sundays are the epitome of brunch, originated by Guy Beringer whose muse was the hangover. He felt Sundays were the best day to nurse your hangover back to sobriety, from the night before [www.mentalfloss.com]. Now, I’m not condoning hangovers or excessive drinking, but the concept of a late breakfast/lunch, happens to be a great idea that has taken over society throughout the years. Turning your day into bottomless mimosas and food comas that lead to building stronger interpersonal relationships is a brilliant way to connect with others. The mimosa was created by a bartender at the Ritz Carlton in Paris, being the bourgie or rather, uppity and pretentious part of brunch—combining champagne and fruit juice in a flute glass, where you must pooch your lips to drink from the glass; this happens to be my favorite part of brunch. Talk about ostentatious.
