Looking to impress someone? When you’ve got a Bellini in hand, a gourmet brunch buffet at your fingertips, and an unobstructed view of the DC skyline, you’re money.
You can’t beat the view from POV on the roof of the W Hotel. I mean, you’re peering down to the snipers perched on the roof of the White House. You’re watching the tourists congregate like ants around the Washington Monument. You can see Lincoln peeking out from his Memorial just over the trees. Quite simply, it’s phenomenal.
Yup, POV has got it made. So it thrilled us to bits when, just a few weeks ago, it was announced they were opening up this pristine terrace for a “hangover” brunch. I don’t think I’ve seen Cori Sue click through Open Table faster.
At night, the place is pure sex: velvet ropes, red carpets, private elevator, bubbly, views of the twinkling city. But on a Sunday at lunchtime, the nighttime-swank décor is a bit cheese. It’s like Miami the morning after. You can see the plastic, the cracks, the stains. Just keep your eyes trained on the view. And the incredibly well-dressed people. And the DJ scratching jazz alongside the trumpet player and saxophonist. Oh, and the food.
Did I mention the food? Good God, what a brunch. For $39 you get a hot dish of your choosing, a complete cold buffet, and bottomless Bellini’s or bloody Mary’s. Yes, POV, you win.
For our hot dishes, we snagged the eggs Benedict (nom), the waffles (the lightest, tastiest waffles I’ve ever had, complete with cinnamon apples and Chantilly cream), and the buckwheat crepe, which was filled with spinach, gruyere cheese, herbs and fried egg. Each the perfect size; each equally delicious.
But what really bowled me over was the buffet. The raw bar had oysters, clams, and shrimp cocktail packed in ice. There was tasty shaved fennel salad with arugula perched in pretty little spoons. The fixings for a salad of your choosing, whether Caesar or caprese, were all laid out. There was watermelon gazpacho, smoked salmon, hummus, and a selection of cheeses and charcuterie. There was a table of sushi. And then the standard-but-not-so-standard breakfast fare: yogurt, cereals, granola, and fresh fruit.
Then there was the dessert table. Full of beautiful little truffles, mini pastries and petit fours. Tiny and tasty, and perfect for après brunch. Almost too pretty to eat.
Words can’t describe. There I was, three Bellinis in, full of delicious good food, and lounging on my sofa in the sun, enjoying the view and the music. I was a happy, happy girl on Sunday afternoon.
Advice: You must make reservations. And don’t valet—it’ll cost you $30.
The Bitches say: A+ My first. For now. Enjoy it before the tourists overrun it.
POV at the W Hotel
515 15th Street NW
F St. Between 14th and 15th Street
Washington, DC 20004