Oh my God, I can't stop eating. And I'm still drunk from brunch this afternoon, so I'll keep it short. This weekend, I ate at Le Barricou and Café Cortadito to cure my hangover woes. Here's a little about the two.
Saturday afternoon, I went to Le Barricou in Williamsburg. Le Barricou is Brooklyn's arbiter of artisanal cheese, wines, local beers, craft cocktails, "natural proteins" (don't know what that means. I guess they cum in your salad) and a bunch of French bullshit like Coq Au Vin, Escargot, and Moules Frites.
They have a nice bar, which is a great babysitter when you have to wait 60 minutes for a table.
I was joined by my camera and my lovely friend Suze.
I ordered mimosas like I do most every brunch.
We both ordered the Croque Madame, which includes one sunny side egg, black forest ham, melted gruyere cheese all on top of French country bread. Pommes frites comes as a side. It was delicious, but don't order this if you have dentures or a nice set of baby teeth. The bread, like all French people and things, is a little tough. I give this place four stars.
Today, my friends and I had a boozy brunch at Cafe Cortadito in the East Village.
We took advantage of their brunch special, ordering some pitchers of tropical mimosas, Bloody Mary's, champagne mojitos, and the white Sangria (photographed above). They were delicious and effective.
My friend Eunice ordered the Tortilla de Platano con Ropa Vieja. It's shredded beef over a sweet plantain omelette.
I thought about ordering the Tortilla de Platano, but like a Cuban at the ESPN Zone, I opted for the Cortadito Ropa Vieja Sliders —mini Cuban Ropa Vieja fritas. They hit the spot, but at the same time, they were just okay.
Here's the ladies who joined me. Nice crew. Great company.
We kind of sort of were kicked out of Café Cortadito. Maybe our time was up? Maybe we were too loud? Maybe they were racist? Probably not. Probably we were drunk and it was time to go. Anyways, I had a good time, but I wouldn't recommend this place like the Yelpers do. It was good, but it didn't blow my mind. I give it 3.7 stars.
One bitch's quest to love NYC.