This is the Brunch That Never Ends

Remember that annoying song from your childhood…

“This is the song that never ends.

It goes on and on my friends.”

I am gonna need you to keep that somewhere in the back of your minds as I weave a little tale for you called, The Brunch That Never Ends.


This past weekend I embarked on what I think is the last of the Bachelorette Parties I  will ever have the pleasure of attending.  Three days post party my brain is still not back to sharp.  On Monday I twisted my ankle walking and walked into the glass door twice.  If you pay close attention to me at school pick up you will all notice that I am hobbling around like a cowboy from being in high heels for 72 hours straight.  Man these excursions are hard work.  They really take dedication, and probably some training.  I think it’s safe to say I am ready to close this chapter of my life.

So we celebrating our beautiful (final) bachelorette in the glorious city of Chicago.  It was here that the never ending brunch occurred.  I hadn’t even planned on attending brunch Saturday morning, moving before noon after a rowdy, liquored up night isn’t exactly my thing.  I am not known for my ability to get up and rally the morning after. Yet, by some miracle (and probably a bit of coaxing and persuasion) I did drag my ass from bed and put on pants with buttons and slathered on the make up.

My lady friends and I strolled on down a few blocks from our hotel to our brunchy location arriving at eleven.


There was already a line formed outside of the building.

With a giant bouncer standing guard checking Ids.

Hmmmm.  Strange.  I thought to myself.  If I am being honest I wasn’t doing all that much thinking at this point in my hazy life considering the brain cells I had probably killed off the evening before had not started to regenerate quite yet.  Looking forward to some greasy eggs, bacon, coffee and a Mimosa we entered the Fremont and were escorted to the second level.

Damn.  Further from the food.

And just like that we were clubbing…at 11 am. Lounge seating, bars at every corner, DJ booth in the center of the room club, definitely a club.  The host/manager/whatever he was explained that this wasn’t a “sit-down” brunch, but more of a “social brunch.”  Who knew that there were various levels in Brunch-land!  Not I.



We trucked it back downstairs to fill up our plates and this was when I really started to take the whole scene in.  Millennials everywhere.  Crop top, spandex wearing twenty-three year olds filled the room.  The girl, (and I mean girl) behind me in line asked the server if he was slicing up steak.

No you dumbass!  It’s Prime Rib.  Have you never fucking brunched before?

Back up to our swanky lounge couch we went where we sat, chatted and ate.  Oh yeah…and drank.  No coffee, no Lattes (they didn’t even serve them at this place) just bottomless Mimosas.  Every time I took more than three sips  from my glass and blinked our tiny little waitress (who looked just like Princess Jasmine) was there filling my glass back up.  Then the DJ started in.  Before noon the room was packed with twenty year olds boozing and bumpin’ and grindin’ to brunch.  Into the timeless vortex of Champagne and gangstar rap we tumbled.  One of our girlfriends who lives in the city finally made it over to her purse only to notice five missed calls from her husband.  “I thought you were going out for eggs?”  he asked.

So did I Nick….so did I.

Ironically I had no eggs, bacon, biscuits nor coffee that day.  What I did have was five non-stop hours (yes FIVE hours) of Champs, girlfriends, blaring music, laughs and love at the strangest, most awesome brunch I have ever been to.

Never doing it again, but glad I did it.



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52 thoughts on “This is the Brunch That Never Ends

  1. Oh wow this looks like such a cool place! As you say, you couldn’t do it every day, but it makes a pretty awesome day trip eh?

    Thanks for linking with #coolmumclub

  2. Oh my god that looks amazing, I want an invite next time please! So jealous right now, reading this in my PJs 😉 Thank you for linking up to #ablogginggoodtime 🎉

  3. Hahaha, yeah, there have been a few DJ brunches popping up around here too. It ruined one of my favorite brunch spots actually because they decided to go with a pool party theme (people wearing bikinis like we were in Vegas, which we are not…at all), even though there wasn’t really an actual pool, just an outdoor water feature. I do not need to see that while eating thankyouverymuch. #ablogginggoodtime

  4. Oh my goodness I know about these brunches and they are my idea of hell. Never again indeed! Thanks for linking up to #coolmumclub lovely x

  5. Well I never. I have not had the pleasure (?) of such a brunch either nor was I aware of their existence. Not going to lie, I kind of want to do one. At least I would be sure of an early night and change to sober up and avoid a hangover the next day right? Thanks for joining us at #familyfun x

  6. Oh Wow! This is awesome! Can I come to your brunch please? I need a social life! lol! Clubbing…at 11 am??!! Wow! Thank you so much for sharing your club scene with us on #FabFridayPost 🙂 xx

  7. Oh yay! Chicago!! That’s my favorite city in the US. I lived there 6 years and really liked it a lot! Lines at popular brunch places are legendary. We never ventured out until like 1:00 p.m. when the lines were nonexistent and brunch places were just about an hour away from closing. Once, I remember seeing a line outside a brunch place that was probably a quarter of a mile long at 8:00 A.M and the place didn’t open for another hour. An HOUR!!! So all those people decided, on a SUNDAY!! to just go stand outside a closed brunch place for an hour just so they can eat at EIGHT!! That’s breakfast…not brunch…oh well.. good post. Brought back memories. #eatsleepblogRT

  8. I can’t work out whether I would have found it awesome or not. I suppose it would depend on my head on whether I would have appreciated the DJ. Sounds like you had a lot of fun though. It my hen party soon – I’m looking forward to that.

    Sally @ Life Loving

  9. So I need to know a few things…
    Were most of these folks coming straight in from the night before? Or are you saying there is a market for bump & grind at 10:45 in the AM? (Ain’t nothin wrong…with a little bump and grind…)Just asking
    Also, Just how long did it take you to recover? Honestly?
    Finally, I need directions! I don’t trust Google Maps. I’ve been burned in the past. #GlobalBlogging

  10. OH MY GOSH! This sounds amazing! Kind of… not sure I could hack it after a night out either, but it sounds like something I need to try! Looking for flights to Chicago now… #GlobalBlogging

  11. I’m not sure I’d have enjoyed that or not, but I’m glad you and your friends had a good time! When I go for brunch, I want brunch 😉

  12. I love BRUNCH but yes this is a whole new level, there’s a great a day brunch where I live, with never ending prosecco… mad times/ happy times! #globalblogging

  13. Oh I miss bachelorette parties! Looks like it was good fun and the place looks very cool. Never been to Chicago, but on my travel list for a long time. #globalblogging

  14. This is laugh out loud funny and so well written.

    I totally wouldn’t cope with that type of brunch though. Nope. Never. Not me. I NEED coffee and food to be a reasonable (not a she Devil) person!

  15. You honestly crack me up!! The bit about going out for eggs. Brilliant. I must admit that place does make me wistful for the cool times I used to have whenever I visited the States . Oh the memories but honestly this type of brunch, intrigued as I’d be to do it once, would be head wrecking if I stayed more than an hour.

  16. Oh my god! No! Mind you, I don’t drink, so the idea that anyone would think it okay to remove my coffee and give me alcohol is upsetting to me – I want the coffee, damn it! At my uni grad ball they did serve breakfast for the people who were still standing (ie dancing) after 4am. That I was totally onboard with. But I was 21. And that was adding breakfast to the dancing I was there for – so a bonus. Going out for breakfast/brunch and being forced into clubbing is something else entirely! 😀

    Thanks so much for joining us for #FridayFrolics

  17. Oh my, I love brunch but not sure I could have handled this never-ending brunch… or the lack of eggs, bacon and coffee!! Sounds like you had a fab time though! Thank you for sharing with #bigpinklink

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