|"Seeing New York" from Jamie Beck & Kevin Burg of Ann Street Studio|
And of course this got me thinking and thinking. And then I started seeing references to the Brunch Culture everywhere: The New York Times, ManRepeller, Vogue. The Brunch Culture seems to have emanated as yet another (quite derogatory) classification of my generation. We millennials sleep 'till noon and then drink mimosas all day. We brunch, but only for the sake of Instagram-ming the evidence (#foodporn). David Shaftel from the Times article complains that we take up his brunch spots in his New York neighborhood; he quotes The Strokes' front runner, Julian Casablancas: “I don’t know how many, like, white people having brunch I can deal with on a Saturday afternoon.” Shaftel then complains that we've taken over Saturday too: "the meal has spread like a virus." Although I can certainly understand frustration over being unable to claim a table at a favorite local brunch spot, I think Shaftel's annoyance is a little unjustified. One might compare the American brunch to a family style Italian dinner. In Italy, a meal is an event, not an excuse to fulfill a basic craving on Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs. In New York, many young people (like I plan to) move there on their own, in search of a new identify, perhaps in search of fate or destiny. You have to make your own way there, find your own family. This new family might come in the form of a brunch group, and brunch is a weekly communion. Of course, like everything else in life, moderation is certainly a key aspect to living a purposeful and moral life, but so is being in communion with others. Great food, great friends, and great conversation are a blessing I think.
So now that we have that out of the way, I think I'd like to take a minute to name my fantasy brunch group. The first person that comes to mind is Taylor Swift, namely because she recently made a permanent move to New York and because I am pretty sure we have very similar thought processes: both Romantics with an annoyingly positive (and idealistic) outlook on life. I think she's my soul sister. And then of course, Ben Franklin would be there because I would want to be inspired by him weekly and I bet he could put down some poached eggs. And maybe Aidy Bryant from SNL because she's adorable and hilarious. Gertrude Vanderbilt Whitney and her husband would be in attendance. Oooo and Carole King. And Jack Antonoff because I am currently obsessed with Bleachers and I think he would add a lot to the deep conversation. And I feel like Audrey Hepburn wouldn't miss a brunch bunch get-together for the world. Obviously.
So, reservation for 8? Sunday at noon? I'll roll in about 12:15, sleepy-eyed and wearing my favorite sweater, ready for a mimosa, some stimulating conversation, and some camaraderie. #sorrynotsorry