Photographs by Eliesa Johnson
Nightingale's Wake Me Up Before You Go Go and Chilaquiles
When exactly did brunch become the organizing principle of our weekends? And are we OK with this? Carrie Bradshaw was. For better or worse, Sex and the City helped popularize the brunch-as-lifestyle movement in the final, innocent days of the last millennium (if you’ve ever wondered what Marie Antoinette’s Versailles would look like today, picture Sarah Jessica Parker, mimosa in hand, lazing about a Manhattan bistro). And now here we are in 2015, Instagramming duck egg omelets, parsing the merits of craft bloody marys, attending “vinyl brunches” staffed by live DJs, and generally fetishizing the hell out of the whole experience. Is it any wonder Portlandia spent an entire episode gently mocking the midday meal? But if you can get past the gimmicks, the over-inflated prices, and the leisure-class trappings, brunch is sort of the best, at its core an easy excuse to ditch adult obligations for a few hours and bond with friends over sugar, salt, and booze. So, yes, we’re fans of The Brunch Life™—especially given that the Twin Cities does it so well. *
* That is deliciously and with a decided lack of pretense.
The lines at brunch can be airport-like in both size and mood. Ease the pain by ordering a cocktail, which, in today’s forward-looking brunch milieu, is an exciting proposition.
Finally, you’re at your table, catching up with your people. Now’s the perfect time to order something sugary and shareable.
You’ve had some fun, maybe told a few jokes over a cocktail and scone, but now it’s time to get serious. What will you order for the main event?
After the empty glasses and big plates are cleared, something magical happens: Nobody moves. Brunch drifts on, the meal equivalent of a jam band concert.
Everything from what professional chefs really think about brunch to the skinny on themed brunches.