Not only is it a celebration of the leisurely weekend afternoon, it's a time to get together with friends, shake off the events of the night before and consume far more calories (in both food and alcohol form) than should be socially acceptable.
'Pancacon' is only the most splendiferous, uber-awesome, scrupdillyiscious breakfast treat of all time. Bar none. So suck it, smoked apple sausage, your salad days high atop the breakfast totem are over. O. V. E. R.