Brunch is the Macaulay Culkin of food - the meal that never reached its potential

I felt as deflated as a child's party balloon at home time. It was Saturday and I had arrived at the restaurant – a local Italian place selling aspirational pizzas – at 12.30pm. This is the perfect time to eat on a Saturday, I think. You have jumped the first hurdle in the get-rid-of-the-hangover stakes by getting out of bed and now, after teeth brushing and hair washing, you are feeling vaguely human. And hungry. I was, anyway. I'd timed it just right, though, so I could slide in for a proper lunch with starter, main and an option on a cream-based dessert. No late breakfast for me.

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