Books & Brunch Novels & Stories

"So, to change the subject from sad to cheery, what time are we going to start chores, and do we eat first or have a brunch? I asked. Both guys looked at each other and simultaneously asked, "What's brunch?" Suddenly my city habits revealed me, and I explained to them that when you sleep late on Sunday mornings, and miss breakfast but you eat something before noon, you have a combination of breakfast and lunch, commonly known as brunch to city people. "What kind of food do you have for this brunch?" Grandpa asked. "You can have breakfast food or lunch food or a combination of both." "I'm not sure I'd want to eat a salad before I have some eggs, bacon, pancakes, waffles, home fries and stuff

"Friday lunch we thought it could be a brunch menu for the guests, as some may have eaten incredibly early, or recently, depending on where they have travelled from, so they can pick a meal that is appropriate for their appetite. So, we thought we could serve Eggs Benedict, Eggs Creole, freshly pastries, cakes and homemade made waffles and pancakes with a range of toppings, and Avocado breakfast toast. What are your thoughts?" "A brunch, as you say, the times that people will have eaten will vary and there is enough there to please everyone. Just make some of the item’s fancy, such as your pastries, the egg dishes. Presentation is key. But yes, I like it" he responds after giving it some tho

The woman puts on that annoying fake smile again as she rubs her hands together. Reign and I exchange a glance, she bites her lip, stifling a laugh while I actually let out a small chuckle. I stare at all the unnecessary food at the table. Pancakes, french toast, cinnamon rolls, fruits, salads, pastries, donuts, muffins, turkey, three champagne bottles, orange juice, water and I don't know what those other dishes are but they look weird as fuck, either way, this brunch thing is fire. There's this awkward tension going on and people choose to engage in small talk rather than the amazing food.

Your debut’s already a legend. The brunch was at a rooftop café that looked like it belonged in a Parisian daydream. Fresh croissants, whipped honey butter, and orange juice so good it could make champagne insecure were served to everyone. My friends and I stood round a rustic table shaded by cream umbrellas together with some of our colleagues who had really helped me with the Echelon project. Samira, of course, the queen of the group, had texted everyone and had everyone buzzing like bees.

"Most of my restaurant customers are too busy posting pictures to actually taste what they're eating." Despite herself, Grace grinned. Max had an endearingly real quality that she hadn't anticipated from someone with his good looks and charisma. She inquired, "What time is your shift?" “Close at noon.” Sunday brunch crowd. He winced. "Demanding bunch." When Grace stated, "I have a deadline tomorrow," "Need to finish a review of the new Ishiguro novel." "The one about the AI companion?" Grace gave a startled blink. "You've read it?"

There were several kinds of food on the table—slices of Baguette, cream cheese, hummus drizzled with olive oil, olives, pita bread, scrambled eggs, pancakes, and two cups of steaming coffee. “Who else will join us for brunch?” I asked as I sat down on the empty chair across the table. “Me, you, sexy Blaine, and hot Xandry.” He took a plate and place a small portion of each food and handed it to me. “Thank you. I bet he is.” “I know, and she is definitely sexy.” He took another plate, putting the same as he offered to me. I started eating my food, and we stole glances at each other in silence. “That was so embarrassing,” I said out of the blue.

Could Doris really be capable of such a thing? Pulled back from my daydream, I focus on what's happening around me. I look at the table, full of our brunch favorites. There's a bunch of tasty things spread out: scrambled eggs with herbs, crispy bacon with a bit of maple syrup, warm croissants that smell amazing, and a colorful fruit salad with berries and mango. Mom and Aunt Claire are talking and laughing, their plates full of food, while I haven't even started eating yet, lost in my own thoughts.

Katherine held up the last bite like a medal of survival. “Yes, sir. Toast status: complete.” “Good. Because we’re leaving in fifteen.” She froze mid-chew. “Leaving where?” Sebastian casually took another sip of coffee. His face was unreadable, but the dangerous glint in his eyes was back. The one that usually meant “I’m about to cause corporate chaos.” “We have a brunch.” “Brunch?” she repeated, unsure if she misheard. “Like… with food?” “And photographers.” Now she definitely choked.

JADE Three weeks into the world’s worst babysitting arrangement, Nina decides we need brunch. Not because we deserve it. Because, in her words, “you’ve been insufferable and I refuse to hear about Derek Yamanaka’s cheekbones one more time without a mimosa in my hand.” Lauren comes too, quiet as always, camera bag slung over one shoulder because she never goes anywhere without it. We pick a place on the Upper East Side with white tablecloths and a hostess who looks like she’s never once had carbs.

I said, sliding my feet into the plush slippers that had been thoughtfully placed beside my bed. "Your prenatal vitamin and iron supplement," the attendant said, placing two pills discreetly beside my juice glass. "Mrs. Morton asked me to remind you that brunch is scheduled for eleven thirty, with car departure at eleven. Will you require assistance preparing for the day?" "No, thank you," I said, "I can manage." Left alone with my breakfast, I savored both the food and the view. Fresh berries, yogurt, whole grain toast with avocado, and perfectly scrambled eggs provided exactly the protein-heavy meal Dr. Matthews had recommended for mornings. The freshly squeezed orange juice tasted like li