One does not simply eat dim sum alone. Well, actually one can, but when typical orders of a dumpling or dish come in threes or fours, it’s very easy to get full without trying much of the menu. So when one of my grad school classmates offered to get dim sum with me before meeting to work on our project, I jumped at the chance. Continue reading Dim Sum for Beginners→
Calle Ocho does not mess around when it comes to boozy brunch.
You know a brunch place is serious when you are immediately presented with house rules. When they immediately place a basket of delicious, freshly-baked latin breads in front of you and ask you which sangria you would like to have first.
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.