Several brunches have come and gone without proper documentation. True, several photos have been taken, and inches have been added to thighs, but many of these brunches deserve to have their stories told. We’ll attempt to do that in this blog. If nothing else, it gives me something to do with the growing catalog of pictures of eggs benedict (other than to use them to taunt my mother).

Kicking off with the granddaddy of them all, the lobster eggs benedict from Manny’s in Minneapolis. There’s a story here, but that’s for another day.