September 14th, 2019
Brunch in Manhattan starts at 11:00am. In Brooklyn, noon, and in Williamsburg, 2:00pm. I didn't think much about brunch (or about the idea of brunch) before I moved to New York. It wasn't a thing in Des Moines, Iowa. But when I think about New York and friends and finding a time to gather that doesn't require staying out late, leaving work in the middle of the day, or squeezing in an hour or two after work on a weekday, I think of brunch.
This afternoon three friends and I went to Le Barricou, in Williamsburg (533 Grand). I could write a daily all of its own on their pancakes, which do more in an afternoon than most pancakes would attempt to try in a month, but for now, I'll say this:
They serve a proper pot of tea, with a quality selection ––– Paris, Organic Bangkok, English Breakfast, Chamomile, Earl Grey, Mint Verbena, Japanese Green Tea, and Pomegranate Oolong ––– which always makes a difference. We were seated right away, and the host asked us whether we had ever dined with them before (one of us had), which was a nice touch.
I went with the spinach and mushroom omelette; which was served home fries that took the form of broiled potatoes. Other quality menu choices included the Eggs Benedict as well as the Apple Frittata.
Between the four of us, we shared an order of their pancakes. It's an order of pancakes; but really, it's two not too sweet cakes baked in a cylindrical fashion, stacked neatly atop one another, topped with strawberries, blueberries, blackberries, and graced with strawberry butter. Between the four of us, we almost finished the order.
All of our best,