Needless to say, brunch before baes, before boys, before brows even.
I’ve come through a long line of brunch menus and I will not lie. Only a handful are well worth talking about. Saving myself the trouble through yelp most of the time ( and palate-tastrophies), I’ve gotten smarter with my Mimosa and eggs benny choices.
I’ve come across The Wallflower off of West 12th Street in Manhattan. Quaint, cornered and nothing that would ever make you do a double take, she was ordinary. Not entirely sure what made me step into it. Perhaps it was a mere coincidence.
The ambiance was rustic. I was quickly transported away into another time. A simpler time. A much classier time.
Though she was a wallflower, her menu was anything but. Roasted Beet Salad tossed with Goat cheese and Walnuts, Shrimp and Grits drowned in Sauce Americaine and smoked cherry tomatoes, A wide array of seafood presented as The Seafood Royale; Half dozen oysters, shrimp cocktails and the freshest Tuna tartar that will keep your tongue dazed for days. I was in love.
Make your reservations or simply walk in this weekend and give The Wallflower the chance to dazzle your senses. I highly recommend them!