I love brunch at home. My home, your home, any gathering that begins late morning and includes an array of savory and sweet delectables and an excuse for day drinking is okay in my book. The restaurants that do it well are packed to the rafters, the servers are slammed, and the goal is to get you in and out and get the tables turned. For me, brunch isn’t about a meal, but an experience. Slow relaxed grazing, visiting and laughing, a calm comforting hang with family or good friends, the kind of meal that can last for hours. You can’t do that out, you have to do that at home.
Brunch gets a bad rap from plenty of people on both sides of the kitchen door. There are the hungover crowds, the early hour, the boring old Benedicts. But brunch also has its share of boosters who live for sanctioned daytime drinking, an excuse to see friends, and—of course—avocado toast.
At the recent South Beach Wine and Food Festival, Extra Crispy rounded up 10 of our favorite chefs to ask a crucial question: Is brunch bullshit?
It's brunch time and the restaurant is packed. You try to get the attention of a server bearing a water pitcher in one hand and a thermos of coffee in the other, menus shoved under an arm, but they just say that the host will be with you in a second as they brush past.