Some people go to church on Sundays.
They file into pews, thumb through their Bibles, tunelessly mumble their hymns, confess their sins, partake of the body of Christ, and drone their way sleepily through the Lord’s Prayer.
Whatever and ever, amen.
I worship at the altar of bacon and Bloody Marys. I visit a new church every Sunday. And I live by the Rule of Four: Brunch is little more than late breakfast without at least four beverages on the table, one of which must be alcoholic in nature.
Brunch is how the Day of Our Lord has, for so many of us, become even holier than before: It is Sunday Funday.
O Sunday Funday. Wherefore art thou Sunday Funday?
What’s in a name? A day of rest — full of sun and fun, food and cocktails — by any other name would be just as sweet. Actually, it would be even sweeter. Because I feel like an idiot every time I say it. (Forgive me, Croque Monsieur, for I have sinned.)
So I’ve decided we should do away with the term. Let’s rename Sunday Funday, guys.
To celebrate the christening of this born-again Sunday, Andersonville’s newest fine-dining establishment, Premise, is letting me treat one super-lucky reader and five friends to brunch this Sunday, July 1. (FREE. For the love of all that’s holy.)
Hold, please. Let’s talk about Premise for just a second.
It’s only been open a couple of months, and it’s already earned the high praise of the Chicago Reader’s Mike Sula (his review landed Chef Brian Runge’s glorious compressed-melon salad on that week’s cover).
And, okay, yes. My boyfriend is Premise’s wine director. There may be a small vested interest on my part in the success of the restaurant. (Itty.)
All that aside, if you’d just experienced Premise like I did — a five-course tasting menu with wine pairings in an also-somewhat-lamely-named private dining room known as the King’s Table with your boyfriend’s parents and six of their closest friends — you might be excited to get a table full of Premise virgins in to try it gratis, too.
(Squash blossoms. What the heck are squash blossoms, anyway? Well, when you stuff them with chorizo and fry it in the lightest, most perfect tempura batter ever, it’s two bites of heaven.)
But there are no squash blossoms at brunch. Back to brunch. For six. For YOU.
Six seats in Premise’s lovely dining room overlooking Clark Street — or maybe even the shaded back patio, if you ask nicely — with six very fancy entrees, six handmade scones with honeycomb and crème fraiche, plus juice and coffee (Intelligentsia, thank you very much).
Cocktails aren’t included, but the bespectacled, suspendered Luke LeFiles would cry into his Fernet-Branca if you passed up his Bloody Mary with housemade mix or Corpse Reviver with Death’s Door gin, Lillet Blanc, fresh lemon, orange liqueur and Herbsaint. (And you’d be breaking the Rule of Four if you skimped on the booze. And then it wouldn’t be brunch.)
All you have to do to get in on this is help me come up with a new name for Sunday Funday — by 10 a.m. Central time Friday morning, June 29.
As with my Nellcote giveaway back in February, there are but three eligibility requirements:
- Be free this coming Sunday, July 1. Have five friends who are free on Sunday. (Or make five new ones.) If you’re not free, skip straight to step three. Rinse and repeat.
- Leave a comment here with your new name for “Sunday Funday.” Because “Sunday Funday” is stupid.
- Tweet this to everyone you know (or post it on Facebook by liking and tagging my Page): “Sunday Funday needs a new name…and I need free brunch at @PremiseChicago! Want in? Enter here: http://bit.ly/pw-premise”
So anyway, do it. The power of brunch compels you.