You can now have your mid-morning meal with a side order of German techno. What’s next? Free massages with your eggs? Naked swingball with your coffee?
Brunch – the handy tool for restaurants looking to plug that mid-morning customer-shaped hole – has gone too far. A place in Manchester recently launched an “electro brunch”, which sounds like a combination of late breakfast and torture. Like Sankeys with crumpets, your hands up for Detroit and help yourself to extra hollandaise. Presumably, these events are frequented by the same people who go to lunchtime networking raves and silent discos.
In an interview last year, Julian Casablancas, former lead singer of the Strokes, said he’d decided to leave New York because of the sheer number of people eating brunch. If he washed up in Blighty, he might have wondered why he’d bothered, or at least tried to write them a decent soundtrack.
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