As
As
soon as the clock strikes midday on Saturdays and Sundays,
New Yorkers come out in droves to congregate for their cherished
ritual: brunch. Yes, some worship at the altars of Locanda Verde or Maialino, while others belong to
the sects of Cookshop and Freemans; and there are even new-wave practitioners
converting Brooklynites to Okonomi and Four Horsemen.
For the most devoted, the proceedings are interminable and can
unfold over the course of an entire afternoon. Sins from the night
before must be confessed, discussed in great detail and repented
for. Bread must be broken and wine must be poured. Lengthy
sermons are delivered (by whichever member of the congregation
feels most strongly about Trump). And, depending on the place of
worship, the event can even culminate in singing and (tabletop)
dancing.
In the religion of brunch, the summer months are the holiest and
most important, with crowds spilling out onto the streets and
parishioners giving thanks for their eggs benedictus in the open
air.
In honour of these high holidays, we've selected our most sacred
spots across
New York City, guaranteed to evangelise even the most strident
atheist.
New Yorker-approved brunch spots you need to try this
weekend