Sections

Naked brunch

The Brooklyn Paper
Share on TwitterTweet
Share on Facebook
Subscribe

Don’t miss our updates:

When my girlfriend dumped me, I broke up with brunch, too.

The venerable weekend tradition is a well-oiled gastronomic sham, a frivolous use of the midday hours and a swindle that preys upon people in relationships.

I myself was a victim of this romantic parasite at least twice a month. But being dumped has liberated me (I hope, forever) from paying lots of money for my morning eggs and washing it down with a Mimosa I never wanted.

Some of you — men and women, single and spoken for — are nodding your head in agreement, but the rest of you, you who are about to choke down a $15 asparagus, heirloom tomato and Serrano ham frittata, hear me out.

Let me preface this screed by saying that I harbor no ill will or prejudice against any devotee of the not-quite-breakfast, not-quite-lunch meal of the week — if you can’t live without Dizzy’s basket of baked goods, then so be it. I’m just describing one of the benefits (and there are a few) of being an unattached man in Brooklyn in 2008.

Waiting on a long line to foot an inflated bill for a gussied up rendition of eggs or waffles, and a hot cup of coffee, could not be any less appetizing these days. All that comfort food can be whipped up in the comfort of my own home in no time and without breaking open the piggy bank.

Restaurant pros have been admitting that brunch is an ugly scene at least since celebrity chef Anthony Bourdain took a bite out of it in his memoir “Kitchen Confidenti­al,” pointing out that the menu is often repackaged leftovers prepared by the least skillful cooks and sold for jacked-up prices.

Yet there’s no shortage of my neighbors diving into the fray.

“Brunch is a little bit like a war,” said Berton Schaeffer, a manager at Blue Ribbon Brooklyn on Fifth Avenue, which abandoned my least-favorite meal in favor of late-night dining. “I see the lines outside and the craziness to get into the good places. It’s a nightmare.

“I’m not going to wait in line for brunch. I’ll get some eggs and make them myself,” Schaeffer said.

Amen, brother.

While the hungry hordes queue up in broad daylight for hedonistic feasts on Smith Street, DeKalb Avenue or, in my new neighborhood, on Cortelyou Road, I’ll already be amply fed, invigorated from a bike ride in Prospect Park and halfway done with the overly hefty the Old Gray Lady (not to mention the latest award-nominated edition of The Brooklyn Paper).

My resistance to the beloved, artery-clogging, weekend-only gorging and self-inflicted fleecing openly rattled some of my friends. Am I losing my faith in all the modern institutions that hold society, or at least Brooklyn, together in one seamless piece?

“Next thing you know, you’ll stop shopping at the farmer’s market and watching independent movies,” one friend fretted. What does she think comes after that in my unraveling? A return to the suburbs? NRA membership? The horror.

Yet my declaration to avoid brunch has uncovered an unexpected number of sympathizers and not just among other eligible bachelors. The evidence is anecdotal, but there’s a huge subculture of Brooklynities turned off by brunching. The predictable menus bore people, the deviation from the normal three-meals-a-day schedule is disorienting and it’s almost impossible to get anything done pre- and post-brunch, members of the silent majority told me.

On the bright side, if you persist on brunching, at least there will be one less person vying for an al fresco table at the next new cafe that opens.

He got dumped. He got kicked out of his apartment. Now, Senior Reporter Mike McLaughlin is out there trying to rebuild his shattered life. Join McLaughlin every week in The Brooklyn Paper as he seeks a new girlfriend (that’s hard!) and a new place to live on a reporter’s salary (that’s really hard!). Fasten your seatbelts, readers, it’s going to be a bumpy ride.
Updated 11:14 pm, March 7, 2011
Today’s news:
Share on TwitterTweet
Share on Facebook
Subscribe

Don’t miss our updates:

Reasonable discourse

ace from boerum hill says:
Brunch is for A$$holes. Sorry, but it's true.
Sept. 16, 2008, 12:04 pm
L from Bay Ridge says:
Thank you! I've been hating brunch secretly for years. Now maybe I'll finally come out of the anti-brunch closet!
Sept. 16, 2008, 1:02 pm
z from gravesend says:
i make no secret of my loathing of brunch & the people who partake of it.
Sept. 16, 2008, 1:22 pm
Jeanie from Clinton Hill says:
I guess I just need an excuse to get lit in public pre-happy hour with out people giving me the "12 step" look. I admit it is way over priced and pretentious. BTW Last time I had Dizzy's baked good (mini) basket the contents could double as hockey pucks. It's a good way to get out of the house (or get someone who spent the night out of your house) when you are recovering.
Sept. 16, 2008, 1:47 pm
Mariel from Leith, Edinburgh says:
Hey Mike,
At least decent brunch food is accessable! Try living over here for a few months and you will be gagging for it.

I miss brunch (sob)
Sept. 16, 2008, 2:58 pm
Mike from kings point says:
Glad your back... How goes the search? Where you too busy dating to do a podcast friday?
So what is up with the search it this working? i'm curious as to an update.... What does your family think about you putting yourself out there like this?
Sept. 17, 2008, 9:40 pm

Enter your comment below

By submitting this comment, you agree to the following terms:

You agree that you, and not BrooklynPaper.com or its affiliates, are fully responsible for the content that you post. You agree not to post any abusive, obscene, vulgar, slanderous, hateful, threatening or sexually-oriented material or any material that may violate applicable law; doing so may lead to the removal of your post and to your being permanently banned from posting to the site. You grant to BrooklynPaper.com the royalty-free, irrevocable, perpetual and fully sublicensable license to use, reproduce, modify, adapt, publish, translate, create derivative works from, distribute, perform and display such content in whole or in part world-wide and to incorporate it in other works in any form, media or technology now known or later developed.

First name
Last name
Your neighborhood
Email address
Daytime phone

Your letter must be signed and include all of the information requested above. (Only your name and neighborhood are published with the letter.) Letters should be as brief as possible; while they may discuss any topic of interest to our readers, priority will be given to letters that relate to stories covered by The Brooklyn Paper.

Letters will be edited at the sole discretion of the editor, may be published in whole or part in any media, and upon publication become the property of The Brooklyn Paper. The earlier in the week you send your letter, the better.

Don’t miss out!

Stay in touch with the stories people are talking about in your neighborhood:

Optional: Help us tailor our newsletters to you!