Dear Brunch,

Never change. Every weekend, you brighten up my Sunday. Without you, I don’t know what I would look forward to throughout the week. Each week, you somehow have the power to make up for all of the lost time that we lost during the week. I missed you this week, your Eggs Benedict or fresh berry waffles make me happy; did you miss me too? Honestly, no one can try to tell me that there’s a better meal than you. You are two meals in one, how can you not claim the title of the best meal of the meal?

Each week, you make me face such hard decisions. There are just so many amazing options, and you don't help in the slightest to make my decision. Your choices are endless, with the world in my eggs at brunch. Omelets, skillets, bagels, French toast, burgers, salads, burrata, sandwiches, pastries, anything and everything I could ever want. How on earth do you expect me to be able to choose between smoked salmon, Eggs Benedict, blueberry pancakes, or exceptional avocado toast? Frankly, there are too many options for me. Most of the time, you make me order two things or drive me to convince my friends to split multiple treats.

You help me to catch up with my friends. Honestly, you have helped me to make some of my closest friends. You compel us to all roll out of bed after a rough week and crazy night, dress up in cute outfits, and roll through to the restaurant. You help me catch up on gossip, as stories fly around the table, as mimosas and cappuccinos are sipped. Who knows what I’ll hear or learn about because you lightened the mood of some of my friends?

Without you, I wouldn’t have a weekly catch up date with my best friends, or amazing eggs and pancakes. You make my week start in the best way. You start a movement, you are a lifestyle, and you are my religion. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me.

Forever in my heart,

Your Loyal Lover