The Monster is lazy. It’s a Sunday morning, he’s meeting friends for brunch and he has visions of a buffet filled with delectable eats. But he also feels the hangover, has a ton of work to do and doesn’t really want the day to involve anything where driving acumen has to come into play. It feels like the kind of day where driving any lengths will surely involve some sort of accident.
So not terribly far away is Whist at The Viceroy. A few years back The Monster remembers a Sunday brunch that while not on par with the Four Seasons, would do the trick in a pinch.