Return of the brunch, international MBA edition

A year after the most recent post, the two western MBA brunchers met in Whistler for a Saturday morning feast. Given the vagaries of the international location, Saturday felt just right.

There was, as always, a guest bruncher, an aspiring gardener from California. While the focus was reunion, the brunch won us over. A decadent ham and brie stuffed French toast stopped the guest cold in her tracks. The veterans went for the local specialties of fish benedict - showing some camaraderie in splitting the lox crab bounty. First, though, we began with shooters of some odd fruit juice. The crazy canucks made us believe that it was a local delight - who were we to disagree?

French toast of wonder

Benedictine delight

After plenty of coffee refills, sampling and catching up of the news we looked around to discover that we had closed down the brunchery. The staff sat around waiting for us to finish up, and wait they did as we decided to toast with an extra cup of coffee.

Your Western MBAs in full cell-phone pic glory,

Holiday Potlucking

Can we make this the official place where we discuss who is bringing what and if there will be secret santa gifts and what games will be played?

that way, even those people who can't be there in body can be with us in spirit.

Career Paths

I am worried... it seems like two brunch club members (me included, for total disclosure) chose the wrong degrees! Masters of Dinner. Oh well, we'll adapt.

Masters of Brunch Administration

Note, the brunch club is well and brunching. It's just that instead of mastering the blog post, some members have chosen to take this time to get the MBA: Master of Brunch Administration.

Hard to brunch seven days a week and get out of food coma long enough to put up a blog post.

Here's to some roast turkey deliciousness.

Forlorn and lovely in Long Island

Brunch Clubbers:

A-Lo and I are brunching sans BC this morning. We are sad and miss you. We made, as a tribute to BC, the Woody family breakfast caserole. The special ingredient was tears. See you all soon.

Love, Yoni

elephantitus of the prawn head, and other stories from brunch.

you all know i don't like to play favorites, but this past brunch was absolutely divine. yes, the waiter had a bit of an at-ti-tude, but annette kept him in check. yes, the mini-scones took approximately 8 hours to arrive at our table, but they were oh-so-delicious. and the prawns, well, i'll let you judge for yourselves.

special highlights: welcome, sarah c! next time please bring jim from the office. sara s. reminded us all why it's best to let the voicemail pick up when the "doctor" calls. and aaron and annette provided the post-brunch club entertainment that, frankly, was better than any door prize i could have imagined. the way i look at it, we're all winners.

great brunch everyone - where to next week?





 

brunch club july

dudes and dudettes - time to resurrect this sorry excuse for a brunch club. who's around this week? how about public on elizabeth st?