Why Forbes? The merits of Sunday brunch
You always remember your first. Forbes Sunday brunch, that is. I had heard all the stories, from the infamous chocolate fountain and its ability to inspire love and spark excitement in even the most jaded of upperclassmen, to the long lines (for omelets) that were second only to those of the DMV. Within the first few days of my becoming a Forbesian, I learned from the head of Forbes himself, Professor Michael Hecht, that the proper defense to any Forbes-directed bashing was “It’s worth the walk!” or more often, the simple and straightforward two-word retort: “Sunday brunch.” Somehow, the latter would silence the opponent, as they wracked their brain trying to belittle the institution of Forbes Sunday brunch with snipes about the less-than-opportune location or the maze-like black hole better known as the Annex. The cloud of mystery and intrigue shrouding this particular portmanteau was enough to make me set an alarm, just to make sure I wouldn’t miss even a second of the magic.