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The Sunday Brunch Conundrum

As I stepped out of the house on a lazy Sunday morning, I had a clear plan in mind: grab a simple coffee and scrambled eggs, and get out for a mere $15. No frills, no fuss. I was meeting a friend, and I wasn’t even that hungry. The last thing I wanted was to break the bank.

The Temptation of Luxury

But then, my friend suggested we try that trendy new spot that’s been getting rave reviews. The prices were steeper than I’d like, but it was Sunday morning, and I’d already made the effort to leave the house. $17 for eggs benedict didn’t seem so bad, considering the Instagram-worthy atmosphere.

The Wait Game

As we arrived, we were greeted with a 45-minute wait for a table for two. I was taken aback – no way was I willing to waste that much time. We could easily find somewhere else in the city to grab a bite. But then, my friend pointed out that we were already there, and searching for alternatives would be a hassle. So, we decided to wait it out.

The Judgmental Zone

As we stood in line, I couldn’t help but notice the other patrons waiting for a table. In my opinion, they all seemed… unsavory. The guy wearing sunglasses indoors, the girl sporting a fur vest and high boots – it was like they were trying too hard. I began to think that maybe we should just leave, but my friend was determined to stay.

The Surly Waiter

Finally, we were seated, and our waiter seemed less than thrilled to be serving us. I didn’t want to rock the boat, so I kept my order simple: a bloody mary, a coffee, and the eggs benedict. And, of course, a side of pancakes to balance it out.

The Liquid Lunch

Before I knew it, I’d downed four cups of liquid – coffee, bloody mary, and all – and was feeling rather… tipsy. The food arrived, but I was too full to eat much of it. So, I did what any reasonable person would do: I ordered more coffee, and another bloody mary for good measure.

The Aftermath

As we prepared to leave, I realized that my bill had ballooned to $48 – not exactly the budget-friendly morning I’d envisioned. I was tired, a little drunk, and wondering how I always seemed to end up in this situation. Maybe it was time to reevaluate my Sunday brunch strategy.