The cool people over at College Humor posted this gem of a sketch earlier this week. It rings a little close to home for a certain brand of Brooklynites, for whom brunch actually does seem weirdly holy, a mystic ritual maybe first mainstreamed by that terrible show Sex in the City. Only thing missing from the video is all the obnoxious status updating and tweeting that happens during the typical brunch — but they seemed to gotten everything else down pretty much to a T. My insufficient commentary aside, please to enjoy.