On a whim, my friend decided to spend 12 hours in New York City and entrusted me to be his guide. Absolutely drained from the week prior, I could not promise him much but good food and an itinerary constrained to one part of the island.
I chose Buvette for purely selfish reasons – I hadn’t been there in a while, and I knew we wouldn’t have to wait if we got there early. So Buvette it was.
This used to be a secret brunch spot that no one knew about. Now, unless you come before 10:30am (far too early for the average New Yorker) expect to wait a while to be seated at a small table, eating off small plates and using far-too-small utensils.
I love biscuits. I love bread. I love basically any baked carb (ask my friends and they’ll confirm this).
But biscuits are my weakness. Whenever I see that word on a menu, I order it, no questions asked. If I see it in a description of another dish, I’ll ask if they can put a biscuit on the side, even if I’m already eating fries. I eat too many carbs. Sue me.
In fact, biscuits are one of the reasons I discovered Bubby’s. Bubby’s may actually be the first official brunch I ever had in NYC. I can’t remember, nor do I really care to remember. All I remember are the biscuits. The flaky, buttery, utterly-delectable biscuits of Bubby’s.