Sunday Brunch

We are doing Sunday Brunch from 9-2pm. I think it tastes delicious. We love a diner breakfast, but its not that. Its just Big Phil’s ethos turning eggs and bread into omelettes worth ordering and french toast worth admiring. Our kitchen creates quality items, I think you’ll love it.

I’ll be frank. I don’t know if brunch is my thing. I know it’s a whole lotta other people’s thing, but I don’t think I am a prototypical brunch guy. On my 22nd birthday, I was living in San Francisco. Friends made plans for a day after brunch, how nice. November 8th was my day to spend how I wanted though. I went to a Sixers Warriors game, took a train back to my house, and walked a mere 2 blocks to go to a concert for a niche band I love. Met some people through bumming a cigarette, ended up at an afterparty where the band then showed up and in a camp-like circle, everyone there pulled out an instrument seemingly out of nowhere. Honest to god, they were all magicians. To this day I don’t know where they were keeping their instruments until the unspoken moment when they instinctively took them out to jam. 

I was sitting there just playing the chest-slaps. This lasted for two songs with me slowly fading out my own contribution before deciding it was time for me to walk home. I shared an unspoken moment of my own with someone who’s only instrument was playing the “does-anyone-else-not-belong-side-eye”, and we noped out. It was such a cool time, happy it happened, but I was a voyeur rather than a welcomed member.

At this point I had lived in the city for three months and had a general understanding that I simply lived “uphill”. My other non musical friend had a better understanding of the city, so I trusted them on how to get home being that both phones were dead. “Home in 45!” I thought. 

Little did I know, this person was an idiot. That is fine, but I would much rather someone be a moron at 3 in the afternoon rather than 3 in the morning. I was now on the other side of paradise, and further than I would have preferred to be from home. No public transit, no uber. It led to a coffee shop finally, at 7 am with community chargers, and me paying for 2 separate ubers, a hatred of a new human, but also, my own bed. It also brought me several hours closer to the planned brunch. Great.

I wasn’t going to be moderately close to a generous, “fashionably late.” The worst part? I tried to bail, I really did. I tried to tell them to just enjoy themselves, eat & go home in my honor. I was going to be an hour late. They said “it’s no problem, we can wait.” Great, so I called the uber, got to the wrong restaurant, and finally walked in to them just drinking water at 12:45. I should have just told them I was sick. I should have told them anything to not make them wait for me.

So now, I give you that same option. If you did stupid things the night before a planned sunday brunch. Just shoot me a message at 4am. I’ll cover for you. I’ll make sure your friends have a good time without you. 

Brunch should not have the stress that I was subjected to, and should not be the hassle that I subjected others to. 

So come in, sit down. Enjoy yourself. Raise a mimosa to Adam, Peter, Simon, Sandra & Yash – who might still be waiting at this table to this day.