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| - So let's talk brunch. I love it, you love it, the whole goddamn world loves it. Why? Why, it's the perfect social and gastrointestinal pairing! It lets you sleep in. It rouses you tenderly. It brings sleepy and hungover friends together to stuff platefuls of decadence down their gullets, expecting nothing in return except the rest of your day, which will be spent in comatose splendor. If the ethos of a Saturday morning could be personified by a meal, brunch twould it be.
Brunch does, however, have one glaring flaw, a question that is inevitably a consistent source of panic in our sleepy souls, and most brunch establishments sure as Shinola don't help:
SWEET OR SAVORY?!
It's not like you can go wrong settling on one side of the fence or another. Eggs Charlotte, laden with smoked salmon and gooey-but-not-gross hollandaise over perfectly runny poached eggs, and accompanied by crisp, bbq'ed cuts of potato (home fries, I suppose, in some magical alternate universe)? Chocolate-chip-banana pancakes which are essentially served in its own baking pan, to give you a sense of the dense, cakey texture? Tasty huevos rancheros that a waitress once actually offered to refund my friend of it didn't "rock her world" (no refund necessary)? All are bomb-diggity, all the time.
HOWEVER. Insomnia has also ventured to solve our weary dilemma, and it is the aptly named "Heaven on Earth". Two thick slabs of French toast, barely containing savory cream cheese dotted with strawberries and blueberries, and accompanied by a small, divine cup of real maple syrup. Angels weep. That's all I'll say.
Also, the waitstaff is uniformly attractive, the music is uniformly enjoyable, the white lights are uniformly classy, and you can sneak a Now into the bathrooms and read Savage Love while you do your business. Now that's brunch done right.
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