Gentlemen, dudes, fellas and friends who fear the ire of their mama, be advised:
Mother's Day is four weeks away, and you need to get reservations for brunch.
Allow us to help by directing your attention to this: The Sigmund Freud Guide to Where The Hell Do We Get Brunch?
Inside: brunch recommendations, based on your mother's personality, at your city's best bruncheries. (Not a word? Should be a word.)
But before you lie on the couch, or scoff off this notion altogether, a few words:
Do not underestimate the importance of Mother's Day.
For your mom. For your wife's mom. For your wife, because she’s the mom (or will be the mom) of your kids.
And don’t underestimate how quickly the good tables go.
So do the ladies in your life a kindness — be a good son — and get the reservation pronto.