The west village brunch scene at it’s finest. (Crack? Oh, yes.)
Bloody Mary’s with dill-infused vodka & a beer back. I swapped my beer for more cornichons. #FTW
Fried chicken sandwich. I honestly don’t know what came over me when I ordered. It was ok, besides the fact I don’t really like fried chicken. Pickles and brioche bun were top notch!
These Brussels Sprouts were TO DIE FOR. Get them added to EVERYTHING. (The finishing squirt of Siracha definitely rounded out the flavor profile.)
Deep fried bacon… if you’re into that sort of thing. (The honey/Siracha drizzle officially made this the most hipster method of preparing a pork product.)
And then there was none.
Yes, yes we do.