Best of Boston

Brunch, it seems, has lately been hijacked by the bedhead generation, turning this former Sunday-best meal into an excuse to wear jammies in public and guzzle PBR. Where can a grownup find refuge? Try Nathaniel’s, thick with historic elegance, upon whose linen-draped tables you’ll feast on eggs Benedict, prime rib, and other refined noshes. As live jazz wafts through the air, pat yourself on the back for being so matur—while reaching with your other hand for that third slice of chocolate cake.