Brunch is its own kind of religion. Or at least a pagan ritual, practiced each Sunday by urban elites who are known to pound so many mimosas that it's easy to imagine a nationwide shortage of André on the horizon. Brunch is a lifestyle. It wears coral-colored khakis and pocket squares tucked into baby-blue slim-fit blazers. And brunch cleaves us into Two Americas.
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