In the West End, brunch is a meringue of celebrations and appetites.

By Briana Bononcini

Portland’s West End is not merely a neighborhood; it’s also the center of the city’s thriving brunch scene. It’s an easy, seductive deception—this notion that any old stack of pancakes or eggs Benedict is enough to fuel a morning—but the restaurateurs who welcome us in the West End understand the deeper craving for ritual, for comfort, for authenticity.

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