‘Twas my dear friend Anthea’s birthday, and she’d found an irresistible deal online for seven of us ladies to enjoy bottomless brunch at Le Souk. Sitting along LaGuardia Place in Greenwich Village, Le Souk is one of many patio-clad restaurants and bars attracting students and young New York transplants.
When first entering Le Souk, I immediately noticed the barren interior. Not a soul in sight, besides the employees; it was safe to say I was the first of the party guests to arrive. The hostess led me up what seemed like a never ending staircase to the third floor. Here, bombarded by the scent of a club the morning after, I saw my first table full of guests. Celebrating and pouring carafes of bellinis, I decided I’d give this place the benefit of the doubt.
Time to get this party started. We flagged down our waiter to begin our two hour bottomless adventure. We had the choice of Bloody Mary, bellini, margarita, or mojito. We could only choose two carafes for the table, which initially we were disappointed about, but all agreed to start with either a Bloody Mary or bellini. The salty tang of the Bloody Mary was a bit much for my liking, and although I didn’t sip a bellini, my girls said they were mixed just right. This led them to order another round of the delicious peach bubbles while the other half of us opted for— again sub-par— margaritas.
This group of gals can eat to say the least. Beginning to ravenously crave our dishes, we were ready to dive right on in as soon as our plates touched the tablecloth. With a plethora of both breakfast and lunch dishes on the menu, it was incredibly difficult to choose just one.
Three of my friends took the traditional route. The Le Souk omelet, Moroccan Chakchouka and Norwegian eggs landed at our table. We were all impressed by the looks of the hearty Chakchouka, and Anna could do nothing but rave about the homestyle dish. The veggie and ricotta filled omelet and Norwegian smoked salmon benny were just okay according to their rightful owners.
On to those of us who jumped on the lunch trail this afternoon at Le Souk. A double dose of the chicken sandwich on pretzel baguette graced the far end of the table. Brooke took one bite and praised, “I never thought a chicken sandwich could taste so good”. Le Souk’s doing something right.
I, however, couldn’t have been more disappointed in my dish. Pushing 2 p.m. without even a latte yet that Sunday, I decided I wanted a juicy, delicious lamb burger. So excited to take my first bite, I didn’t even notice the dried out hockey puck sitting between the buns. I double checked with the waiter that I had ordered medium rare and he proceeded to tell me that was what I was chewing on. Disappointed but hungry, I ate half the burger and decided the rest of my meal would be made up of liquid calories.
You can’t really go wrong with mac and cheese, especially truffle mac and cheese. Claudia dug through the toasted breadcrumbs and pulled at the gooey goodness making up this five cheese buttermilk concoction. Just about every one of us snuck a forkful while bubbly Claudia was distracted in great conversation.
While the table next to us, still the only other guest-ridden table on the floor, smoked hookah, we decided to go for something more our speed and dig into the French toast. Truly the star of the show, this thick and moist Brioche was caramelized and stuffed with strawberry cream cheese. Then it dawned on me. This incredible dish led me to believe that sweet is the way to go when brunching at Le Souk. Are the carb-loaded dishes their specialty to soak up all those bottomless cocktails? I think so!
The Bitches say: Three Flutes. Let’s let Le Souk stick to what its good at— nightlife. This boozy, mediocre brunch in a deserted club may be a ball for a large lively group, but if you’re looking for a quality meal, we’d say turn elsewhere.
Le Souk serves brunch on Saturdays and Sundays from 12 p.m. to 4 p.m.