If there’s one thing the Americans do well, it’s breakfast. Think of those pancakes, those fried potatoes, omlettes, and the amazing spice and flavour of the mexican inspired dishes. In the UK, and as a non-morning person, my options seem pretty limited. Who has time to cook before work? Just now it seems to be yoghurt with nuts and seeds for me. Pretty boring after a while. Or there’s the delicate deliciousness of the Scottish fry up – sausage (square of course), bacon, egg, tattie scone, black pudding, beans and toast. I agree that on the odd occasion there’s nothing better, but really, who can eat this on a regular basis without seriously worrying about their health?
In New York though it’s not so much Breakfast at Tiffany’s as brunch! I am reliably informed that Brunch is the big thing for New Yorkers. I have mixed feelings about this. I like that brunch affords more variety and choice than perhaps breakfast alone. It’s a kind of crossover, so things that might seem unacceptable at breakfast become fine for brunch. Let’s take for example our trip to the place of the moment to go for brunch in the East Village – Prune. Who would ever have thought that spaghetti carbonara would be a sensible brunch option, but there it was. I opted for the slightly fattening but uber tasty ham and cheese sandwich dipped in egg and deep fried, with two fried eggs and a pot of redcurrant jelly on the side. Num num num! If you can be bothered to wait on the “sidewalk” for over an hour for a table, and pay the rather inflated prices, then I’d recommend a trip to Prune. Apparently they do the best Bloody Mary’s in town...but doesn’t everywhere??
My main gripe with the whole brunch thing is that it essentially involves skipping a meal, and what sane person would ever want to do that?