Every Sunday, as you roll out of bed and head to brunch, Bwog will be doing the same. Except we'll be writing about our brunching experience in hopes of improving your next one. Bwog's Sunday Brunch will run every Sunday.

As great as some Sunday brunch specials are, brunch is a remnant of a broken system that says both that you should eat breakfast well before I ever want to be awake, and that Sunday brunch is a crazy way to be bad one day of the week, sleep in, and eat your breakfast in the afternoon. The Basement Pizza Coffee House (at 125^th and Amsterdam) has a brunch suited to New York City rather than Hampingtonshire, England: you can get any food at any time, so if you want to roll out of bed and grab breakfast at 1 pm, you're good to go any day of the week.

Despite its strange name, Basement Pizza Coffee House is a (relatively) old school American eatery — the manager wears red pinstripes, the cash register has those big analog numbers, the service is friendly but gruff, and signs, some of them cardboard, ask customers to refrain from giving their orders directly to the short order cook and children to stick to getting a slice and a soda to go. The food is delicious, cheap, and unhealthy, and the breakfast menu is no exception. The real dealmaker is the breakfast platter, which gets you two eggs any style, two pieces of generously buttered toast, a breakfast meat, and a choice of grits, home fries, or French fries, for somewhere between $3.75 (for bacon or sausage) to $4.75 (for pastrami). The waffle and pancake platters also offer generous servings in the same price range. The thick pancakes can be served folded with a filling in the middle, like strawberries in a thick syrup.

Or so we can assume from this ominous and somewhat vague sign. More mysterious than which plague-carriers the "other vermin" part of this sign could refer to is who the hell (other than Bwog) still uses the word "vermin." "Varmints" is the preferred nomenclature these days.