Adventures in Brunching: How I Became a Weekend Waffle Warrior

Brunch—just saying the word makes me happy. It’s like breakfast and lunch got together and decided to have a party, complete with mimosas and a side of bacon. I wasn’t always a brunch enthusiast, but somewhere along the way, I became one of those people who wakes up on Saturday morning with an intense craving for avocado toast and a bottomless cup of coffee. And honestly? I’m totally okay with that.

My brunch adventures usually start with a group text to friends, where we debate the most important question of the weekend: “Where are we brunching?” Once we’ve settled on a spot (preferably one with outdoor seating and an Instagram-worthy aesthetic), it’s game on. My go-to order? Waffles. Because if you’re going to indulge, why not go all out with something that’s basically a dessert disguised as breakfast?

There’s something magical about those fluffy, golden squares, especially when they’re piled high with fresh berries, whipped cream, and maybe a drizzle of maple syrup. And let’s not forget the side of crispy bacon, because what’s brunch without a little sweet-and-salty action?

But brunch isn’t just about the food—it’s about the experience. It’s about lingering over that second (or third) cup of coffee, catching up with friends, and pretending that Monday isn’t just around the corner. It’s about the joy of a leisurely meal, where calories don’t count, and nobody’s in a rush to leave.

So, yeah, you could say I’m a weekend waffle warrior, and I’m proud of it. Brunch has become my little slice of weekend heaven, and I plan to savor every bite—extra syrup, please.