For a meal that once seemed to epitomize urban living, weekend brunch brings out the basest parts of our nature. Look at the crowd outside every known brunch spot from the Bay to the Breakers. Half are the overachievers, who've biked 40 miles or mopped the house before heading out for waffles; slightly manic-eyed, they sway on the ledge above a blood-sugar crater. The other half are the drooping refugees from last night's parties, pondering whether to cling tighter to last night's screw... More >>>