I’ve never really been one for brunch. I’ve never really understood the purpose. When I lived in Manhattan for a brief stint, it was all the rage. My friends gushed that I had to walk over to W 4th, hop on the F, and take it to some obscure restaurant in the Lower East Side to indulge in bottomless mimosas and scrambled eggs. Great…Now I can go get bloated on watered-down champagne and orange juice. It wasn’t until I moved back to Los Angeles that I fully understood the importance of brunch. Brunch isn’t merely a social outing but also the perfect cure to a hangover–that’s the true utility of brunch. It makes sense. You got out hard on Saturday night, you partake in a little too much cocktail party cocktails, and then you regret it Sunday morning. Brunch cures this. At least, the Huge Gay Brunch at the Estérel restaurant located within the Sofitel hotel in Beverly Hills.
I never go out in day drag but I had a gig later in the evening and I thought, why not kill two birds with one beat. So I put on my biggest brunch hat, tricked Lauren and Jordan into “family time” and trotted over to the Billy Franchesa, West Hollywood socialite, hosted event.
Now if you’ve never been to Estérel you are missing out on a gorgeous french inspired venue lush with an assortment of chartreuse chairs, tangerine mirrors, and flowers of brilliant pigmentation. When I do brunch first thing is first: alcohol. So we sat at our table and ordered a carafe (for a mere $30) of vodka, cucumber, mint, and lemonade–if Heaven had a taste, this cocktail was it. Public eating has been shamed in the drag community, but I’ve always been a rule-breaker (in fact, you can check out my website www.dragqueenseating.com to see just how much of a rule-breaker I am) and so eating in face has never been a problem with me. I ordered the Forestiere woodfired flatbread which is topped with wild mushrooms, bacon, parmesan, arugula, and TRUFFLE (i.e. the best edible thing on this planet, besides cheese). Jordan ordered two vanilla lattes, and Lauren had the smoked salmon eggs benedict with gluten-free bread and a side of salad. The food was amazing, the ambiance was amazing, and we got to play “Brunch Against Humanity” (the event’s version of “Cards Against Humanity” while we dined. All-in-all it was a heavenly way to cure my Saturday night hangover and I think I’ll have to do brunch more often!
After brunch, I cuddled Eevee and Sarabi & then headed to the next gig…#girlsjustwannahavefunds. And then to cap off a perfect Sunday–and still in face–Lauren and I went to see the last installment of the Hunger Games series at the Arclight’s Dome (my favorite theatre). Knowing that, I’ll conclude this entry with a simple question: Why the hell is Katniss’s baby asian?
The Hunger Games: ★★☆☆☆
The Arclight Mobile App: ☆☆☆☆☆ (and a big fuck you for sucking ass)
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