Prune is one of those hole-in-the-wall, charming-as-hell places, that hipsters from all over are willing to wait hours for during weekend brunch. As much as I admire chef/owner Gabrielle Hamilton, I don’t have that kind of patience, so I went…
Remember this? I know, I know – the project did take a hiatus but I’ve decided to give it another go.
Since Croque Madame is one of my favorite foods, and the one I had at…
Not much observation is needed to deduce that Sunday brunch in the East Village is a fight to the death. My fellow warrior, Paige, and I met up around noon, which is early for someone who is hung…
The seductive power of this irresistible French specialty ($8) is not to be taken lightly. Allow me to walk you through the experience of the ever-popular MacDougal Street Creperie.
Foreplay: The man behind the counter pours batter onto the hot…
“I don’t always go to Williamsburg, but when I do, I eat something good.”
I often find myself hating on Billy-burg for its overwhelming hipster population and overly relaxed atmosphere. Grown men and women frolicking around, reading Oscar Wilde while…
Cafe Moto in Brooklyn. Before you wrinkle your nose and call me a hipster, let me just say that.. well, yes, I probably am one. However, I am a hipster who really loves food. Sure, I have a tendency to…
Perry St. was my first foray into the Jean-Georges restaurant empire. I’ve been reading about him, and this eatery in particular, all week long. To be perfectly honest, the main motivation for my visit was the tuna appetizer – raw…