If Sunday is God’s day, then God clearly wants us to partake in boozy brunch activities and gossip about everyone we know. He also clearly wants us to nosh on pancakes that soak up all the rosé and liquor so that we don’t waste a sick day on Monday. Every breakfast table demands a pancake, and while they come in all shapes, sizes, and preparations, these are the ones that will have you bidding adieu to Jenny Craig and saying hello to layering season. I also can’t believe I’m saying this, but maple syrup is completely optional, much like my dignity after a late-night rager at a local dive bar (which we’ll surely be discussing at any brunch with pancakes).