Brunch: Breakfast for boozers!

This pretty much sums up how I feel about breakfast:

 Lucille: Get me a vodka rocks.
 Michael: Mom, it's breakfast.
 Lucille: And a piece of toast.

Brunch, on the other hand, is all kinds of wonderful. If I could choose one thing to eat for the rest of my life, it would be brunch. Here are some of the rules of engagement (or lack thereof) for brunch:

• Most commonly enjoyed on a Saturday or Sunday morning (aka "The Breakfast for Lazy People"). You can have brunch between 10 and 3 on weekends and holidays. Only exception for weekday brunch is if there are four or more people present, and nobody has to work that day. That would just spoil all the fun.
• Drinks can be anywhere from mundane to gourmet to spiked (the only acceptable way to have booze before noon). In order of fun, here are your typical brunch drinks: mimosas, bloody marys, Irish coffee, regular coffee, orange juice (or other citrus juice), iced tea, water. 
• Eggs must somehow be involved -- eggs benedict being the best choice, followed by omelets (smoked salmon/cream cheese/spinach = yum), fried eggs (over easy, or over medium for wusses), and lastly, only if you order it by mistake, scrambled eggs.
• You CANNOT have brunch alone; it's a team endeavor. A minimum of two people are required, with no maximum. Josh thinks you can have brunch alone if you are staying at a hotel, but I disagree.

Most memorable brunches:

1. Scottish Hotel in Tiberias, Israel: The typical Israeli breakfast comes with a heaping portion of Israeli salad, 2 fried eggs, fresh bread and yogurt or labneh. This brunch spread included a wide selection of breads, from raisin walnut to sourdough, milky delights including fresh yogurt, creamy cottage cheese and labneh (the dairy products in Israel are the best I've ever had) and fresh, flavorful tomatoes.  
2. Bongo Room in Chicago: You can essentially eat a whole red velvet cake under the auspices of brunch and pancakes. Their pancakes come stacked 4 or 5 high and have icing on top! 
3. Perry's in Washington, DC: OK, the food here was good, but even better was the fact that a fabulous drag queen was grinding on my friend the whole time! 
4. Easter brunch at my dad's house: French toast with melted Brie and fruit salad.
5. Scandanavian Scramble: this was at Domku in Petworth (DC). It involved potatoes, salmon, eggs, dill, and perhaps some other spices. Winning! I also had a delish brunch in Tel Aviv of a similar ilk: double-strained yogurt, boiled potatoes, grilled salmon and dill.