Tales of Brooklyn

Tales from the service industry

By September 5, 2009No Comments

Overheard from inside my “loc­al” earli­er in the day:

“Do you have the iPod there? It’s prob­ably about time to put it on.”

“Yeah, I’ve got it. What’s the playl­ist for this shift?”

“It’s ‘Brunch Is For Assholes.’ ”

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  • You have touched upon one of the three main reas­ons I do not live in New York, no offense to your­self or oth­ers who make it their home.
    I can­not fuck­ing stand the MEME of, the PALAVER around, the see-and-be-seen ASPECT to…
    “Brunch.”
    Or “Brunching.”
    With its unspoken code being: “when I invite you for ‘brunch,’ it means I don’t think enough of you to invite you to take up the ostens­ibly more ‘sub­stan­tial’ time of my even­ing event-hours.”
    Vile.
    I hope Pastis has been run into the cobblestones.
    Thanks for this post, even if these wer­en’t exactly your own sentiments.

  • Glenn Kenny says:

    No offense taken Craig. Although that’s some pretty funny stuff. Let me explain—as a bred-in-the-bone old school Jersey boy, I know where you’re com­ing from. It’s just that I haven’t been back there in a while (not that I’ve ever eaten at Pastis, at least not when I myself was pick­ing up the check). I’m try­ing to remem­ber the first time I ever heard of “brunch,” the concept. I think Elephant and Castle was involved. Back when it was really Elephant and Castle.
    Back then, the inten­tion was good—a pre­text to get snockered on Sunday morn­ing, of all times. These days, church actu­ally is the bet­ter altern­at­ive most of the time…

  • Steve says:

    I think Anthony Bourdain hates brunch too, and says that all the chefs are hun­gov­er and/or really don’t want to be there, so you’re going to a shite meal.

  • Brunch is my favor­ite meal of the day, when my cash and time can swing it. It has far less to do with chi-chi loc­a­tions than the civ­il­ized hour of the day wherein it is avail­able, viz. a week­end early after­noon (sp?) the night before, then sleep­ing in, then get­ting a fine, slow repast that goes great with coffe and/or vodka.
    But, you know, I don’t read Glenn’s blog in the even­ing, either, because it’s too déclassé and down­mar­ket for my…>ahem…even­ing event-hours. Which isn’t like event-horizons, which are them­selves easi­er to get into than Pastis at brunchtime.… 

  • Sorry – so much for edit­ing, much less after the event. I MEANT to type: “viz. a week­end early after­noon civ­il­ized by much snock­er­ing (sp?) the night before”…

  • I hope Pastis has been run into the cobblestones.