Let There Be Brunch

In America, they have this incredible concept that goes by the name of BRUNCH.

I’m not talking healthy elevenses here. Unlimited champagne based cocktails for two hours and a meal for anything between $20 to $70 (shrimp bar dive right through to lobster on white linen).

My first NY brunch was in Revels on Little West 12th St, a place with a huge courtyard in the back and Bellinis as the tipple of choice. The waiter had a serious quantity of botox in his face and even more filler in his top lip. It was like some strange optical illusion.

Revels, Little West 12th St. Bellini heaven.

Brunch is amazing, but equally lethal. I’ve heard tales of people dancing on tables by two. In the afternoon.

The funniest thing about brunching (yep, I love doing it so much that I've made it a verb) is that when you leave the restaurant it's still daylight, and most people around you are sober. Invariably, you are not. After Revels I nipped into a bar to use the ‘restroom’ and ended up getting a dozen photos with a 50+ barman who was sporting an excellent flat cap. It was great.

The journey back to Newport, New Jersey on a crowded PATH train… Not so great.