It's like your hippie friend from New Hampshire opened an American food joint with some friends from home. You know the guy. He grew up with a hacky-sack in his...
When I first attended a boozy brunch at Cuba we were not legally allowed to visit that country as Americans. And, honestly, I'm not even sure if we're necessari...
I don't speak French. Like at all. I can say hello and goodbye and thank you. Sort of. Otherwise it's a giant mush of vowels to me. I would be in big troubl...
From the team that brought you Cookshop and Five Points (R.I.P.) comes my latest foray into the sustainable world of coziness. And, yes, Hundred Acres is...
Brunch is supposed to be eaten at nice white tables on a sunny garden patio with stemware and fruit juice mixed with bubbly alcohol. There should be girls i...
Yet another restaurant in which I drank but did not partake of the grub. It's not that the piles of oysters and other fish-like things -- mingled amongst the br...
I will come right out and say that I'm by no means a local when in Brooklyn. In fact, I feel like a bit of a fish out of water walking around the streets of...
They weren't kidding about that whole bridge thing. DUMBO is indeed under an overpass, its span spreading a shadow over everything in the thin gully that makes ...
"More hipsters than you can shake an ironic mustache at" inhabit this, the crown jewel of hipster brunching and all that is skinny-jeaned. Luckily we have l...
There was an age at some point in the 90s when this whole Jetsons thing was in. Not Jetsons really, but like the 50s version of what they thought the future...
Even Mr. Hipster is impressed by the number of hipsters in this joint. Odd little groups of short bearded dudes in black, plastic glasses, pea coats and long ...
It seems that every one of these little places we go to that is called like Fred's or Bob or Suzie is named after the owner's dog. I'm not sure why that is, b...
So, the folks are in town, eh? So, they decided to stay at a classy joint on The Park? Nice. Maybe they'll have you and Mrs. down to their hotel for some brun...
It's like Christmas all year long at this place. I'm not sure why this is exactly, other than the feeling of being surrounded by wreathes and whatnot. The j...
Pastis is quite a site to behold. It's not fancy-schmancy, but rich looking in that shabby-chic, French kind of way. It's almost like the junior version of ...
Ooh Muffy, please pass me another one of those cream cheese and mint leaf finger sandwiches. I'm soooo precious! I'm soooo French! I'm soooo dainty! Alright...
Okay, it's a friendly place with a dog theme (sounds suspiciously like Barking Dog Luncheonette right up the street.) Neighborhood joints are supposed to be f...
The average age of the crowd at Yura varies somewhere between 70 and six feet under. With more breathing tubes and walkers per capita than any other restaur...
