So, in need of sustenance, and in a deep haze called The Uncommonly Terrible Cold, I made it out yesterday for brunch at Egg, on North 5th nr. Bedford in Williamsburg.
In a word, awesome. Tip of the hat to Sweeetheartfever, the blogger whose name I’ve still somehow yet to learn, as she recommended Egg as a place to brunch.
I had the:
Country Ham Biscuit
Country ham from Col. Bill Newsom’s Hams in Princeton, Kentucky. Served on a biscuit with homemade fig jam, Grafton cheddar, and a side of grits.
Instantly after ordering it I realized I also wanted the:
Eggs Rothko . . . $7.50
Easy-cooked egg in a slice of Amy’s brioche and topped with Grafton cheddar. Served with broiled tomatoes and a side of meat or seasonal vegetables
So waiting for my meal to get there, I kept thinking about my decision. But the meal I got was so fantastic, I decided, hey, there’s always next time for the Eggs Rothko. A meal I concerned myself over because hey it’s a placed called Egg, why didn’t I order something with eggs?
One thing, though, it’s packed. Bring reading material. It’s also packed with kids who look like the kids I went to Bard with. It’s near the Bedford stop, anyways, so that’s to be expected.
