Bushwick Brunch

Once word got out about the food at Roberta's, it was tough to get in the door.  After The New York Times gave it a two star review, it became dang near impossible.  Yesterday, Jen decided that's where she wanted to go for brunch and no line was going to get in her way.  The solution was to send her ever dutiful husband to the restaurant to put our name on the list about 45 minutes before we knew we wanted to eat.

We arrived just in time to sit down at one of the rustic wooden tables and do a little people watching while we decided what to order.  If you like stalking hipsters, this is premium hunting ground.  I saw enough plaid to outfit an entire Scottish clan in kilts for every day of the week.  Matt and Jen started by sharing a sticky bun that I didn't try but was apparently good enough to make Jen linger by the door on the way out, debating whether or not to get another one for the road.  It wasn't that it didn't look good, but I had my own breakfast pastry on the way.  A fresh Southern style biscuit soon arrived that was warm, fluffy, and the perfect vehicle for the homemade jam served alongside it.

Roberta's began as a pizza joint so one of those had to make its way to the table.  Jen decided on The Bee Sting, which was topped with mozzarella, sopressata, chili, and honey.  The spicy and sweet went so well together and the crust was the perfect thickness.  Matt ordered the fried eggs served with beef tongue (prepared breakfast meat style) and potato hash and I ordered the pork shank with kale, poached egg, and French beans.  No complaints from either of us.  The dishes were hearty and everything on the menu utilized creative combinations.  After looking at the dinner menu, I realized I'm going to figure out some way back to Bushwick aka Hipster Haven, USA.