Just got an email from Frankies 17 Sputino (on Clinton St) that they’re starting to offer their brunch menu along with their regular lunch/dinner menu 7 days a week from 11am til 4pm. And, they’re adding a couple of items, including: the Egg, Bacon & Cheese Sandwich, Homemade Steel Cut Oatmeal & Fruit and a selection of pastries from Ceci Cela; and coffee from Stumptown Coffee Roasters. For the full menu Read the rest of this entry ?
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Friend and birthday girl, Dacshiesanddesign, sent me this link—it’s a BLT in a bacon basket! Looks pretty easy to make—you just weave the bacon strips on the underside of a muffin pan (see below). I was thinking this weekend, while making turkey bacon for breakfast, that it’d be good to make the baskets and then put some scrambled eggs in the middle. Might get messy, though. Must test this weekend. Click here for instructions.
I was walking on Avenue B last night towards Croxley Ales (amazing $.10 wings), when I noticed the lack of the infamous chocolate fountain. Right next door to Croxley, there’s usually a small cafe with a cocoa fountain on the street with a few dipping accoutrement. Personally, I thought it was disgusting. Do we know how many fingers were dipped in the molten liquid? Still, I know Jo the MasterBaker loved it. But alas… that cafe (and the fountain with it) are no more. It’s now a very sophisticated restaurant with a much more upscale decor and much simpler menu (for now, at least). The restaurant is currently unnamed, but their makeshift menu says, “18 Ave. B.” The menu is pretty meat and potatoes… literally. There are 4 different kinds of burgers, and the sandwiches are chicken, chicken salad, turkey club, tuna salad, and BLT. The sides: Idaho fries, sweet potato fries, and mixed fries. So… seriously, meat and potatoes. When I asked what the restaurant is becoming, he mentioned that they hoped to be a brunch spot. The current breakfast menu looks plain, but yummy: pancakes, french toast, omelette, egg sandwich, etc. I got the feeling that they are brand new and still finalizing all the details, but I didn’t think that the menu matched the decor very well. I didn’t eat there, so I have no idea whether the cuisine is any good. But the atmosphere is nice and clean. If you check it out, let me know what you think. And let me know what the name ends up being—that’s the fun part.
I just got an email from Perilla that says, starting Sunday they’ll be open for brunch! I bet it’ll be amazing, and I wish I could go. Here’s what the email said:
On September 29 we’re starting brunch here at Perilla. It’s one of our favorite things about New York – waking up late on Saturday and Sunday, reading the paper, having a cup of coffee and our favorite brunch food. We’re not trying to reinvent the wheel, but Harold’s having some fun in the kitchen, offering Cinnamon Challah French Toast with Rum Raisin Maple Syrup and Whipped Sweet Butter; Poached Organic Eggs with Chive-Buttermilk Biscuits and Pork Sausage Gravy; and even his take on a Cuban sandwich, with Pork Belly, Swiss, homemade Pickles and Tater Tots on the side.
It’s a great time of year in the city, and we’ll constantly be changing the menu to reflect the season’s ingredients (look for some apple pancakes made with fresh Upstate apples later this fall).
Oh, Harold. Why won’t you just marry me and cook me breakfast every morning? If anyone goes, tell me how it is!
This morning/afternoon we had brunch at Cafe Mogador on 8th St between 1st and Ave A. Such yummy food—I highly recommend the Middle Eastern eggs with delicious hummus and pita… yum yum (see photo below). But again, so sad to say goodbye. Tomorrow morning Kate officially leaves New York to escape on her year of grand adventure. That means our trio is breaking up! For the last 2 years, these are the two girls who have held me up—they came to my apartment and brought me cupcakes after my ex-boyfriend spontaneously combusted. And then they listened with anxious ears when I talked for a month straight about the new (and way better) boyfriend. We’ve even traveled across the world together where we survived hostels, endless flights and buses, and large amounts of over-aggressive Brazilian navy-men. Over the last 2 years (and 3 years of college), we drank enormous amounts of wine, margaritas, mimosas, and sangria (Tapeo 29 will miss you, Kate), and we never ran out of things to talk about. These are my friends for life. And I will miss Sunday morning brunch with my girls.