Travel

I used to panic every time someone asked me to host brunch. You know that feeling. The one where you stare into the fridge at 8 a.m.

I hate brunch that leaves me sluggish an hour later. You know the kind (greasy,) oversalted, stuffed with sugar and zero nutrition.

I hate boring dinners. You do too. Tired of the same three meals on repeat? Wish you could eat like you’re traveling.

I hate Saturday mornings that start with an alarm clock and end with me covered in pancake batter. You know the feeling. You want something good.

I hate waiting for brunch. Especially when the coffee’s cold and the bill’s $38 for two eggs and toast. You’re here because you want real food.

Brunch is messy. It’s sticky syrup on your fingers and cold coffee you forgot about.

You’ve seen it. You clicked on it. You scrolled past it confused. What Is Supper Fhthfoodcult? I don’t blame you for pausing. It looks like a typo.

Fhthfoodcult sounds like a typo. Or a password you’d forget five seconds after writing it down. It’s not.