Business Dynamics

I remember when Sunday morning meant cereal and whatever was on TV. Now people plan their whole weekend around a table and a plate of eggs. Funny how that happened. I think it comes down to time. Most of us run around all week, eating lunch over a keyboard, grabbing coffee in the car. Then Saturday shows up and brunch is the one meal where nobody’s looking at their watch. You sit, you talk, somebody orders a second round of something. Nobody minds. Restaurants figured this out fast. Now nearly every place has a late morning menu, though honestly a lot of them are lazy about it. They take the lunch menu, add a fried egg on a burger, and call it done. Others go the opposite direction and charge you eighteen bucks for toast with a story. The good spots are somewhere between those two. Real food, normal prices, a room where you can hear your friend talk. When people ask me how to tell a place cares, I look at the brunch specials first, because they show you pretty quickly whether the kitc...