That brunchy-thing He Who Must Be Humored went to, for a friend’s 40th birthday? Yeah. He got there a bit late, around 4 p.m., and just called me now (10 p.m.) to say he’s leaving. A brunch. From 4 to 10. PM.
Hello, Germans? I think maybe we should clarify the meaning of the word Brunch? As in, even this far north, even in the dead of winter, a meal eaten after nightfall is not brunch. No, not even in Spain. Okay?