A few weeks ago, after I rode 63 miles, I was craving eggs like nobody’s business. So Mr. D and I set out to have brunch at Schuba’s, a little restaurant down the street.

It was 1:45 p.m. and, after sitting there for 10 minutes without service, the waitress finally came by and said they were turning the kitchen over so they couldn’t serve anything until 2:30.

Never mind the fact that the table next to us had just ordered lunch and were happily eating away while Pete the Tapeworm was eating my stomach. I get maybe the breakfast part of brunch would be over, but really? They couldn’t serve the lunch portion of their brunch menu? (more…)