One of the benefits of being a Nearly New Yorker is that you can easily take a trip into the city. Because, let's face it, even if you love the suburbs and think you somehow stumbled upon a jewel of a town with so much to offer, it still isn't The City. No other place on the planet can capture it's mystery, energy, or "what will happen next-ness". The last time Erin and I made a trip into the city we met for brunch where we had a reservation. We spent the next 10 hours taking in the city. Some of it was planned - most of it was not. In fact, I would tell anyone hoping to visit the city they should leave hours of time with no plans so you can pop into the macaroni and cheese restaurant, stamp collector's storefront, used cookbook store or whatever else strikes your fancy. Otherwise, you will have to pass by something that is truly special, and you will miss what is most wonderful about New York City. So, what do I miss the most? Where do I start? The Neue Gallery, long aimless walks in Central Park... brunch. This past weekend, I met some of my girlfriends for an NYC brunch. We hadn't seen each other in a long time and knew brunch would be a perfect time to catch up. We had planned to meet at Jacob's Pickles, but when I arrived a man out front told me it was closed due to a fire. He directed me to Maison Pickle, just a few blocks away. When I got there, I was in brunch heaven. It was just as I remembered a great NYC brunch to be. It had plenty of legitimate cocktails and some really decadent food. And it was filled with pretty, interesting people of every age and race.
The BLT Bloody Mary was really something special.
They also served monkey bread with different toppings (we chose sausage), French dips with shaved roast beef, filet mignon, or pork belly. And fries, lots of fries. In our case we had our fries served as poutin, the Canadian-style served with cheese curds and topped with gravy.
Brunch is a chance to have a relaxed, decadent meal with friends. We were at our table for 3 hours. No one tried to make us budge. So, there you go. One of the million things I miss about New York City is brunch. No one does it better.