Brunch: it’s excellent. The combination of bubbly, soft poached eggs and hollandaise sauce is what is commonly referred to as “the holy trinity.” But some of you are doing it wrong, and you need to improve your lives.
Our parents call it “Buck Fizz,” Americans call them Mimosas, we name them Ag Shame Man. The mimosa – a blend of orange juice and bubbly – is not only incredibly old fashioned (like tupperware, not like a nice vintage mirror), it also obliterates the flavour of the best part of your breakfast beverage – the bubbly. Starting now, you no longer drink mimosas at brunch. Or ever.
Local blog, Pardon Our French produced this lovely little illustration outlining one alternative option to the dreaded swill.
Nice, hey? Make that for yourself at home. Treat yourself.
Treat. Yawself.
If you’re not really the self-mixing kinda guy, or girl, or girl-guy, you can pay a visit to Hallelujah. They serve the French 75, as well as a Classique Cassis and a Classique Ginger, and we’re pretty sure they’d mix you a French 76 if you asked nicely.
There you go. No more mimosas, mkay? No more. Naughty.
NAUGHTY.
Be good.
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