The sheer volatility of travel can drive me a bit mad sometimes. I'm of course, write this as I'm stuck at La Guardia Airport in New York because my 4:00 p.m. flight was cancelled, due to the crew not showing up. Then again, the fact that this job is so dynamic is probably half the reason why I love it. This weekend was proof by example that even the second, third, fourth, or millionth time you've ever done something, life has a habit of kicking your butt sometimes nonetheless. Case in point:
- Don't wear strappy heels when riding a subway in New York. No matter how fabulous and poised you may think you are, there's still a high chance that you're probably going to fall on your butt down a flight of stairs when rushing to catch a train.
- Don't wear a tight sundress because while it is cute and might accentuate you in all the right places, the strap might break while you're sliding out of a taxi and thus causing you cup your top to prevent a further wardrobe malfunction for the rest of the morning.
- Don't mix drinks. Just don't. It's a bad idea overall and you'll regret it in the morning.
Fortunately, with good friends and family, a sale at Club Monaco, and some incredibly good brunch food can fix all of the above (more on the first two in a later blog post). Being an ever-so-wonderful sir, boy/man/JZ took me to brunch this morning at Prune as a lovely little pick-me-up.
Located on the corner of 1st and 1st, Prune is a must in the NYC brunch scene (according to Foursquare, the Food Network, and JZ who said he had been trying to get in via walk-in for a year now). After waiting for 15 minutes, luck behold, we got a cozy little table right next to the kitchen. The food reminded me a little of provincial France mixed in with a little East Village hipster with options from the "Youth Hostel Breakfast" to "Lamb Sausage and Oysters." JZ and I opted for the Dutch Style Pancakes and Soft-Scrambled Eggs.
For pictures of the actual food, click the next page. Trust me, it's delicious, and the pictures further prove it. Note: Click for deliciousness.
The result was culinary perfection. Being not a huge fan of heavy pastries of breakfast, I was skeptical about the pancakes at first, but the consistency was cakey in the middle and crisp on the edges, as I dug into the pancake's blueberry dotted body. Despite providing maple syrup for an additional cost, the already present toppings were just enough to sweeten the pancakes, with fresh cream, powdered sugar and blueberries topping them. JZ's eggs, bacon and English muffin, while basic, were the perfect hangover remedy, and just what was needed this morning.
If you are willing to last the wait or wait until later in the day when the crowds die down, Prune is the quintessential NYC Sunday brunch. After all, where else are you going to get a delicious meal while listening to the smooth French speaking of a young East Village hipster with antique frames?
What do you think readers? Fans of brunch? Have another brunch place in Boston, Atlanta, Portsmouth or New York you want to recommend? Holler at your girl down below. I need someone to talk to since the airport is getting kind of boring again.
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| Prune at 54 East 1st St. in East VIllage |
Located on the corner of 1st and 1st, Prune is a must in the NYC brunch scene (according to Foursquare, the Food Network, and JZ who said he had been trying to get in via walk-in for a year now). After waiting for 15 minutes, luck behold, we got a cozy little table right next to the kitchen. The food reminded me a little of provincial France mixed in with a little East Village hipster with options from the "Youth Hostel Breakfast" to "Lamb Sausage and Oysters." JZ and I opted for the Dutch Style Pancakes and Soft-Scrambled Eggs.
For pictures of the actual food, click the next page. Trust me, it's delicious, and the pictures further prove it. Note: Click for deliciousness.
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| Soft Scrambled Eggs and Dutch Style Pancakes |
The result was culinary perfection. Being not a huge fan of heavy pastries of breakfast, I was skeptical about the pancakes at first, but the consistency was cakey in the middle and crisp on the edges, as I dug into the pancake's blueberry dotted body. Despite providing maple syrup for an additional cost, the already present toppings were just enough to sweeten the pancakes, with fresh cream, powdered sugar and blueberries topping them. JZ's eggs, bacon and English muffin, while basic, were the perfect hangover remedy, and just what was needed this morning.
If you are willing to last the wait or wait until later in the day when the crowds die down, Prune is the quintessential NYC Sunday brunch. After all, where else are you going to get a delicious meal while listening to the smooth French speaking of a young East Village hipster with antique frames?
What do you think readers? Fans of brunch? Have another brunch place in Boston, Atlanta, Portsmouth or New York you want to recommend? Holler at your girl down below. I need someone to talk to since the airport is getting kind of boring again.
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