“I love brunch. We love brunch. Combining breakfast and lunch into a cheesy, greasy, boozy weekend debauch is a brilliant idea, both in theory and in practice. This is an undeniable truth, and anyone who says otherwise is a largish fool. Lowercase-b brunch is heaven. But that’s not the only brunch there is.
“Capital-B Brunch, on the other hand, is dreadful. It’s ‘A Thing’: an ordeal, a project, a nouveau-riche McMansion built on the sandy foundations of deep insecurity and credit debt. It is ‘Brunchhhhhhhmyfuckinggodwhy.’ Capital-B Brunch is hell, and like hell, it has many circles. Here they are, arranged in rough chronological order based on when in your horrible, wretched life you will experience them.” — Dave Infante, Thrillist, August 12, 2015
The seven circles of brunch hell, according to Infante, include Boozy Brunch, Cute Brunch (pictured above), and Family Brunch, the last of the seven.
