If you read the Intolerants post on Berlin’s Suicide Sue, you’ll have an idea why I go ballistic over the concept of Sunday brunch. To celebrate my first full Sunday in NYC, I headed with a friend over to the hipster haunt of Williamsburg to try out the faddish Parish Hall.
Serving up lunch and dinner alongside its popular weekend brunches, Parish Hall is both old school and contemporary in terms of classic design and the uncomplicated food it dishes up. With a kitchen manned by the same chef as Egg, the brunch options are seasonal, fresh and innovative.
They’re also substantial and enjoyable right down to the last bite.
There’s an array of items to choose from and there’s something regardless of whether you’re a meat-eater, meat-shunner or have to deal with a litany of allergies. That’s one thing I have to say about most establishments in the US: allergies and intolerances are taken seriously. Parish Hall is no exception as I found the server to be friendly, open and keen with suggestions.
Some of the more intriguing options on the Parish Hall menu included a hash with marinated beets, roasted potatoes, smoked beef brisket and two eggs; the savory oatmeal with parsnips, squash and roasted carrot (this sounded so good), and cornmeal griddle cakes with maple syrup and cranberry compote. Naturally, an assortment of boozed up beverages were available to accompany (or start off) the meal, though I managed to restrain myself (it was 11:00am after all) and instead kicked off my day with herbal tea alongside fried eggs and kale.
It was a simple brunch. It was a good one. Certainly a great way to start off a series of NYC-based brunches.
And to top off our Parish Hall experience, my brunch-loving buddy and I had our first celebrity sighting in New York. Scratch that, he had his first celebrity sighting and blubbered like a 16 year old schoolgirl for an hour following our meal. I only knew the famed persona by voice and I had no idea what this person was supposed to look like in “real life.” As a complete aside, if you want to know the answer to the question: can a man be reduced to a strung-out pile of nervous energy in a single moment? The answer is yes.
Yes he can.
109a North 3rd Street
Williamsburg, Brooklyn, NY
Open: Monday: 11:00 – 22:00.
Tuesday – Friday: 11:00 – 23:00.
Saturday: 11:00 – 23:00.
Sunday: 10:00 – 22:00.