A Bunch of Brunch Birds

I’ve been a little behind on blog updates lately—and the reason is simple: time. Or rather, the vanishing of it. The main suspect in this mystery? Aging. But if we’re being honest, Brunch might’ve helped bring this flight down.

Brunch has been a whirlwind of emotion here at Foodhisattva. For years, our most common request has been earlier hours. And because we love y’all, we’ve been working hard to make that happen.

But it's more than just y’all. It’s also memory. I still smile thinking about our old brunch pop-ups—those early days filled with warmth, chaos, and the smell of something good on the griddle. Bringing those recipes back to the time of day they were born in feels like coming home in a small way.

The Foodhi Bánh Mì—once called the Brunch Bánh Mì—was our OG brunch sandwich. Time, space (and love) turned it into a menu mainstay. The Onigirazu from last week, the Chick’n and Waffles—these aren’t just recipes. They’re dishes I cared about so much, I fought like hell to make space for them at Foodhi's table. The special table—you know, the one we pull out for a week, then tuck away until the moment calls for it.

We didn’t know what to expect when we relaunched brunch.

Week one? A full house, wild energy, ridiculous wait times, and so much love. We were overwhelmed, under-slept, and still glowing from the rush. It was exhausting—but kind of magical too.
Week two? Quieter. Smoother. Our whole team was on deck, and while fewer folks showed up, we made enough to break even. And sometimes, that’s enough. Enough to keep trying.
Week three? We staffed up, hoping for that heart scan bump. But we flatlined. We opened early, stayed late, and still wound up with empty seats and heavy hearts. It brought back memories of our last brunch run—a spark that faded before it ever caught on.

Times have changed. The pop-up days are behind us. What it takes now—in time, in labor, in sheer will—has tripled. The costs keep rising. The world keeps asking for more.

For years, Foodhisattva has felt like a bird without a nest—doing its best against tough winds, looking for a place to rest in a world engulfed in chaos.
The search for a new space continues. And even when the wind’s against us, we’re still trying to hold our course.

We’re giving brunch another go this weekend. If it doesn’t land the way we’d hoped, maybe we change course again. Maybe we stop chasing the sun and look for quieter skies instead.
It’s already too hot in the kitchen anyway.

Thanks for riding this out with us. I’ll see you on the other side of these storm clouds.

And yes, that’s an Ozzy reference. I love that guy and already miss him. Rest in the darkness, friend.