I should not be allowed to take pictures. Because then I look at them. All day. You know what I’m talking about. And I can’t post them, at least not yet. We’ll see. There’s too much going on here. AHHH. Yes, I am fourteen.
Okay, I’m glad I got that out of the way. Let’s talk about brunch.
Brunch is one of the greatest inventions in the world and a huge obsession in NYC. You could get yourself killed in a conversation about the best place to get brunch on a Sunday afternoon. Absolutely killed. I have my own favorite spots: Stanton Social for one if you’ve got a big group of people. Good Enough to Eat is another favorite on the UWS. There’s a lot of good stuff out there and I’ve got a running list of places I’d like to try (Clinton Street Baking Co., please).
So this Sunday after my very eventful evening involving Christmas trees at 4 a.m., I met up with some friendlies for brunch at Poco in Alphabet City. Oh, Alphabet City, how I miss you.
I was exhausted. And there were unlimited drinks. Not the best combination considering I was going on twoish hours of sleep. Yay, Amanda.
Anyway, we were there for two and a half hours. In that time I spilled two glasses all over the table/myself and broke a glass. I was confused, as were my friends. Who was this person? (I will state though that the glass must have been CHEAP because I barely clanged it against another glass and it just broke in half.) When brunch was over, one of my friends was like, “You’re going home, Amanda, you haven’t said a word in the last hour.” I was exhausted.
But before I fell asleep, I did have a lovely brunch. Cause what is better than going to brunch with a bunch of girlies?
Now can we just look at what everyone is eating, please? We’ve got the usual eggs bennie and we’ve also got some grilled chicken sandwich (yeah, what?). And there’s Amanda, in the back, bringing it home with the lobster mac and cheese.
Can I just say. Over the past couple weeks since it has become FREEZING in this glorious city, there is talk of truffled mac and cheese everywhere. Seriously. In one day alone, three people I follow on twitter talking about either making truffled mac and cheese or eating it. There were even pictures! So it was on the brain.
And it was fabulous. It may be my new favorite mac and cheese in the city. And yeah, don’t bring up S’MAC, that place is OVERrated.
So I had my delicious lobster mac, some mimosas (regular and raspberry) and then I went home and took a nap til 9p.m. Oopsies.
Here’s a riduculously awful/blurry picture of my mac and cheese, for those interested:
I figure the more I complain about how much I need a new camera, the more likely that a shiny new SLR will one day magically appear on my doorstep.
Also there were these yummie things too (another awesomely bad photograph):
For the life of all of us, we never actually figured out what they were and the web site isn’t giving me much clues either. They were like muffins and then one of the girls said it reminded her of carrot cake? I have no idea and the interwebs are failing me. They look really gorgeous in that bright flash, though, that’s for sure. We would split them so we’d feel better about ourselves and then two minutes later split another one again. So, whatevs. It’s Sunday brunch.
Alright, I’m going skating tonight so it’d better not rain or something silly. I tell you, the weather here, lately…
