I am going to (further) reveal myself as extremely White Lady Of A Certain Age, but damned if I don’t enjoy a good brunch. I love breakfast foods of all stripes—my ideal is blending sweet and savory, so I love to have like, gorgeous fluffy butter-golden pancakes alongside a breakfast meat and some eggs being bodyguarded by a hot sauce/ketchup (I KNOW, OK)/black pepper mélange. A well done biscuits and gravy combo causes me to float into an establishment like a cartoon character with designs on a pie cooling on a windowsill. But the best part of brunch, the thing that puts it over the top for any other meal for me, is that as a person who loves liquids, I cherish that at brunch you could conceivably have three or even four different active drinks in front of you: water, coffee, mimosa/Bloody Mary/whatever that beer brunch drink is with hefeweizen.
Mariners Moose Tracks, 8/2/20: Brandon Brennan, Lorenzo Cain, Mike Trout behbeh, brunch
