Brunches are made for weekends, like ‘peas and carrots’ (as Forrest Gump puts it), a portmanteau of breakfast and lunch, unless one doesn’t work (in the conventional sense of the word), the concept of brunch on a weekday is nigh on impossible. Between scoffing down breakfast in the morning and a quick lunch later on, the two sessions of sustenance are more functional than enjoyable. Brunches, however, are a different story. The lazy and chilled out offspring of prim and proper Breakfast and high strung Lunch, Brunches are usually a long, languishing affair involving any combination of food, coffee, newspapers, magazines, idle conversation or simply staring into space. Brunches are by far my favourite type of meal, and I seldom turn down an opportunity to indulge in one.