There’s nothing more New York than brunch on the weekends. That wonderfully lazy indulgence of waking up at your leisure, and strolling (usually unkempt) into the establishment of your choice to enjoy WHATEVER you want. Seriously! Brunch in NYC is amazing. It usually lasts until about 4pm and menu’s include everything from the usual fare of eggs, bacon, and waffles, to salads, burgers, and wraps. And of course, cocktails are ALWAYS available.
This past weekend, we went to the ‘Popover Cafe’. I had heard good things from friends and from Yelp and since boyf and I were going to be on the UWS anyway for something… (screening passes to see ‘Gnomeo & Juliet’.. yes that’s a children’s movie, and yes we were very excited) we decided to POP in.
Well, it wasn’t a terrible experience but…
Boyf’s latte was cute (because the design on top was a heart), but the taste was not good. Bitter coffee and gross skim milk.
The popovers were pretty good, although not the best I’ve had. I liked that they were huge and served with strawberry butter.
The omelettes we ordered, however, can be described in no other way than – forgettable. I didn’t even take pictures because I felt so eh about them. They weren’t horrible… I ordered a spinach, gruyere, and caramelized onion one that came with a sad looking bunch of grapes. Boyf ordered the Italian Flopover that sounded special on the menu, but tasted like eggs smeared with store-bought marinara sauce.
Totally disappointing. Oh, and it was raining that day. Frozen rain. I had some chocolate rugelach later though that saved the day. 🙂