In my babysitting days, getting off at Christopher Street on Sundays in the middle of Brunch Land was the hardest part of the trip. As much as I loved watching this adorable four year old, it was still Sunday morning, and sitting for three hours at a table drinking mimosas seemed like a luxury for another world. It was also a huge reminder than my schedule followed its own rhythm, a rhythm I had little control over. A few years passed and the world of brunch finally opened up to me. Granted, we usually still used Groupons, but still, we weren’t working over brunch, it was actually an option to spend our Sunday this way.
If you’re not from the NYC area, you may be wondering what all the hype is about. I’m sure other cities brunch, but I have never witnessed a following for this late-morning, hangover curing/causing, meal as enthusiastic as New Yorkers. Brunch was always a treasure hunt. We knew of a restaurant on the Lower East Side while I was wedding planning that featured a $9 unlimited mimosa deal. The trick was that they were an Italian restaurant, mainly known for dinner. So if you weren’t into brunch pizzas, you were out of luck. We were heartbroken when we learned that due to flooding, it was closed “indefinitely.” I passed the spot recently and it looks like it’s being turned into a hipster wine bar. Finding these little magical spots was like a goldmine, and you’d keep it to yourself as much as possible.