I’m not much of a bruncher. But before you light those pitchforks, let me explain. I’m not one to turn down salmon gravlax or eggs benedict (read: I don’t turn down food; read: cook for me!). I will welcome with open arms a Bloody Mary with the day’s first meal. I will, however, freely and without any shame admit that I hate champagne, get that outta my face. It’s just that on a Sunday afternoon I feel more inclined to lay in bed with a bowl of cereal and a few episodes of New Girl. My brunch date told me to stop telling people I watch that show, I refuse!
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