Brunch is polarizing. On one hand, it’s the quintessential comfort food.  All about ritual and habit (and getting the same egg-centric menu where ever you go), it’s a great hangover cure and the perfect cover for day drinking. But that also means it’s often unimaginative and boring. Who really needs another from-concentrate juice mimosa?

Besides, it’s rather uneconomical (30 bucks for eggs and toast!): You pay through your nose (and often endure long waits) for the privilege for the weekend meal. It’s hard not to feel like a schmuck when going out to brunch.