My Favourite Meal of the Week

There's just something indescribably wonderful about the first meal taken after a fantastic night out.

The later the better, in my opinion, which is why it is an endless frustration to me that so many places in this country stop serving breakfast at 12 (or before!), I mean, just because it's the first meal of the day, still doesn't mean you necessarily have to 'break your fast' before midday.

That, I believe, is why Brunch was invented.
To me, brunch doesn't denote the type of food that is eaten, or that it is eaten in the mealtime no man's land between the official breakfasting hours and the official lunching hours.
I like to think of it as breakfast eaten at a more lunchy (or later)-type o'clock.

Thank goodness someone thought to conjoinulate the two meals - I adore breakfast food, so at least it extends my breakfast time time a little. It's pretty upsetting when someone tell me I'm not allowed to eat eggs bene, french toast or kransky after a certain time of the day.

There's nothing better after a night out, stumbling home in ridiculous shoes with blisters the size of the Wales and just a few coins left jangling, lonely in the bottom of my purse, collapsing into a deep and dreamless, mind erasing sleep then waking, much, MUCH later (could be any time between 11am and 7pm depending on the scale of the previous nights activities), floating with a soft fog of vagueness around my head to a comfortable cafe for fine food and coffee to regain my robustness.

Please...more all day breakfast.