Not much can compete with a lazy Sunday. Except for maybe a bottomless Bloody Mary brunch with maple-bacon croissants, lobster Benedict, and lemon-ricotta pancakes with a side of southwestern-style sausage…wait, what were we talking about again? Oh, right, the infamous NYC brunch. A time when hookups become friends, friends become best friends, and best friends discuss hookups. Or maybe you forget the chitchat and focus on the perfect pork chop. Vegetarian you say? How about a cheddar-kale salad topped with baked eggs?
Any way you, well, slice it, a good brunch beats breakfast, lunch, and dinner every time. And (hell yeah!) it's Friday, meaning you have the whole weekend to think that through—over a dangerous peach bellini, of course.