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#36 Breakfast Places

When Loverboy wrote the song “Everybody’s working for the weekend,” they meant that you work all week so that you can earn a break and go to some sweet bars or concerts and rock out as hard as possible because you have 2 days for the hangover to fix itself. Well, white people work for the weekend, except their only goal is to eat breakfast on Saturday or Sunday at one of their favorite “breakfast places.”

These places are restaurants that specialize in breakfast food and are usually only open from 8 a.m. to 2 p.m. and if you arrive at any time after 9:30, prepare to wait for up to an hour with white people who cannot wait to get vegan pancakes, eggs benedict, waffles, or deluxe french toast.

To a white person, there is no better way to spend a saturday morning than to get up late, around 9:30 and pile into your Audi or Volvo and drive to one of these little places and eat breakfast with friends. Often times these breakfasts last for an hour or more (hence the long lines and wait times).

Some white people take it to the next level and bring their dogs, newspaper or even a laptop.

If you plan on dealing with white people, it would serve you well to know some local breakfast places. This will also come in handy if you pick someone up at 80s night. In white person law, if you meet someone at 80s night and then go out for breakfast the next morning, then you are automatically in a relationship. There are no exceptions.


273 Responses to “#36 Breakfast Places”

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dude, the only thing wrong with this post is that you use the word breakfast. there is no such thing as ‘breakfast’ on the weekends, according to white people. any meal on saturday and sunday after 4:30am and before 4pm is called “brunch.” sometimes a meal after 4pm will still be called “brunch” if the white person/people have only eaten a light snack and coffee beforehand and therefore must go to a restaurant that serves breakfast 24 hours a day.


did you read the post about white people who love to correct others? yeah…


hahahahahahahahhahahahahahahahhahah


 
 
 

Hey up yours, eggs benedict is good stuff!

Or if you’re lucky enough to live in the southeast US, eggs Christopher.


 

Breakfast is great, I can cook all kinds of yummy breakfast foods, ham and eggs, various omelets, french toast, bacon, crepes, fresh fruit like strawberries, blueberries and cantaloupe ,belgian waffles… but see, breakfast early sucks, that’s strictly a coffee thing for we of the Caucasian persuasion. A big pig out breakfast , ya gotta sleep in first. Oh, and real coffee, none of this soy latte, light blend crap, must have the strong stuff. Probably people here would think it is espresso, but Greeks drink that all day from like age 12. You want real coffee , you have to go to some little ethnic dive, like an Arabic deli or something- you drink that stuff, you understand how they sit there and just pound that stuff and talk for hours, in between long periods of silence. You just savor that taste , it’s like a ritual, not like sitting around with the soccer cougars at the McStarbucks. You can also have really politically incorrect conversations in public at the Palestinian coffeehouses and no one calls you a Nazi or “racist” . It’s way cool.


 

is this your only social outlet? posting non-sequitur responses to tongue-in-cheek blog entries?? you are a fucking dipshit. go away.


 
 

[...] An Ode to the Hangover Breakfast (I want Deep-Fried Lemon Curd French Toast with Blueberries inside me) [...]


 

brunch was stolen by white people from the jews when all the goyim stopped going to church. I never had to wait 45 minutes to get a table on a sunday growing up. Now that’s the minimum wait! You focking bastards. I want my lox.


My Sunday breakfast is standing in line at the neighborhood Circle K for my pack of unfiltered Camels and a sleeve of Snowballs. I couldn’t be any more hip unless I buy a snowboard.


They’re bite-size!


 
 
 
Justanotherwhiteguy on February 14, 2008 at 6:55 am

In the south its all about the Waffle house and the Atlanta journal Constitution.


and this is why i despise the south and can’t wait to move back north.


southern and proud of it on June 20, 2008 at 6:22 am

don’t let the door hit you on the way out


 

That makes one


 
 

The Waffle House is to breakfast what Mighty Dog is to steak.


 
 

p.s. in vancouver it is all about Sunday breakfast, if you go on Saturday, you are a loser


if you’re out for breakfast instead of hungover and fucking someone, there’s a good chance you’re a loser.


Studebaker Hawk on April 29, 2008 at 5:51 am

We are using “hungover” as an establishment of people who aren’t losers?!?

America, we got issues… not that that’s news or anything. I’m just saying.


 

True story. Me and my friends never make it to our breakfast place until after noon on the weekends…haha, but we’re in college, what reason do we have to wake up early on the weekends?? Luckily our place serves breakfast all day long!


 
 
 
 

Oh the Sunday NY Times is coming. But it was too soon to post right next to “breakfast places” :)

Good work on the suggestion though, good to know people are in sync on this stuff.


As a biracial woman who hasn’t dated any white guys I am so jealous of the Sunday paper and brunch routine. I long to wake up at a late but decent hour (9ish) with my guy, read the Sunday Times over tea, then head out to a breakfast spot for a leisurely brunch where I will have coffee. See I drink tea at home and coffee only once in a while. Since every one else drinks coffee being a tea drinker makes me just a bit hipper than the average yuppie. Pretty white I’d say.


 
 
mingus montgomery on January 29, 2008 at 9:09 am

don’t forget to add the new york times (sunday edition) into this mix somehow. i cannot tell you how many white people i know that base all of every single sunday morning around reading this thing in bed with coffee and the dog/husband/wife/girlfriend/boyfriend/tim russert/sunday morning talk shows and making family “catch up” or girly white “gossipy” phone calls in between. usually there is classical music, or whitey folkish stuff in the background (never jazz). it’s amazing how many hoards of people can do the same thing once a week, and read the same stuff and all of them still think of themselves as “hip,” “cool,” “edgy,” or “with it.”


Studebaker Hawk on April 29, 2008 at 5:54 am

I thought the definition of “hip”, “cool”, “edgy” or “with it” was “hoards of people doing the same thing”. Man, I am so white.


 
None of your business... on May 20, 2008 at 9:09 pm

Now don’t forget to wipe.

As for the topic at hand:

During the period of ages 23 to 28, I don’t think I was sober for a single weekend. That would extend into the week if, God help me, a holiday fell on any one weekend.

Breakfast is for pansy who can’t take the hangover.

Sunday meant Church, in which I would sleep in one of the back pews while the missus made I was up for the Eucharist. My Sunday drinking began with the Blood of Christ.

Crazy little jew really knew how to get a party started. :P


 
 
 

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