Brunch Faves

Making up for a busy weekend and a lack of posting updates!! At least it's a good thing to spend time living and not just writing about it :)

Brunch seems to be a practice that is celebrated and habituated more in Manhattan than anywhere else in the world (world? country? Meh... I'll hyperbolize for effect.) Perhaps it's the higher population of movers and shakers and, therefore, singles who have perfected the "classy" Saturday night hookup followed by the obligatory Sunday brunch, or perhaps it's that the higher number of singles tend to flock to brunch in Sex and the City-like foursomes in order to divulge the weekend's sexcapades over egg whites and mimosas. Regardless of the reason or rhyme, it is a beloved Manhattan pastime.

From stroller-ridden Sarabeth's and Isabella's when I was a kid to the midday salvation of anywhere serving the perfect hangover cure at 2 pm when I was in college, here is my most recent favorite from this past weekend: (And I won't divulge any secrets of who I was with!)

Hundred Acres. On Macdougal between Houston and Prince, featuring a sunny, near outdoors delight. The menu boasts so many unique twists on old favorites that I pray for the day when I'll be willing to try the grapefruit with black pepper and brown sugar or the looks-s0- amazing-from-the-table-next-to-me- that-I-want-to-reach-right-over-and-grab-them beignets. I have tried to recreate their scrambled eggs with gruyere and corn bread, but just can't do it justice, so keep coming back for more. If anyone knows how the right way to melt gruyere, let me know...