Me destroying two plates of “brunch” Brunch is the meal synonymous with middle class Americans that live in San Francisco. Nothing says, “I live in one of the hippest cities in the country,” like overpriced eggs, undercooked burgers and bottomless mimosas at 11am on a Sunday. It’s the meal that

The other weekend I attended the most drunken brunch I’ve possibly ever been to– or if not the drunkest, the most booze consumed at one brunch. There is one place responsible for this. Namely, Le Comptoir in Williamsburg, which is luckily within stumbling distance from pretty much anywhere in that