This made us all nostalgic, but this marked the third year I’ve documented my friend Molly’s birthday for Bitches Who Brunch. All of the brunches have been bottomless, naturally, but it’s a trip down memory lane to see our food choices get slightly more responsible and the time we throw in the towel creep earlier as we age.
Three years ago we raged with burlesque dancers at Il Bastardo in Chelsea, two years ago we salsa danced at Yerba Buena in the East Village, and this year we took it across the river to Molly’s new “adult” stomping grounds in Williamsburg.
I live down the street from Randolph Beer’s Nolita location and we enjoyed the pulled pork hash and spicy Bloodys at a past brunch(read the full review here) , but I had never visited the restaurant group’s Brooklyn outpost.
Before you even step foot into the Randolph Brooklyn, you can already tell the ambiance is decidedly Williamsburg. The exterior is open air with exposed, paint bricks and funky typography, and you can hear old school hip hop blaring from the inside.
Once inside we were treated to even more funky accents such as vintage television sets, busts, and bicycle parts. I appreciated the industrial feel and the casual diner-esque booth seating.
Molly clearly hasn’t lost friends over the year as we ended up with a party of thirty for brunch. Randolph Brooklyn gave us free reign over most of the booths on the main floor, which allowed us to flit around various tables to catch up with friends from all walks of life.
Randolph Brooklyn has the same great bottomless deal as its Manhattan locations. $34 gets you unlimited mimosas, Bloody Marys, craft beers, and brunch punch along with an entrée. We were able to easily switch up our drinks throughout the meal and the drinks were flowing since our servers brought out self-serve pitchers.
The mimosas were perfectly average and did the trick, but my personal favorite drink was the brunch punch du jour, which happened to be a strawberry and mint vodka drink. It was refreshing and not too sweet.
We had such a large party that the process of ordering our entrees was confusing. Everyone’s food came out at different times, but the kitchen did a nice job of generally ensuring that food was served on a table-by-table basis so you weren’t awkwardly eating alone by your immediate neighbors.
A few of our friends had been to Randolph Brooklyn before and spoke highly of the brunch nachos so we split an order for the table. There’s not much to dislike about breakfast nachos; tortilla chips were piled high with gooey cheese, peppers, beans, and ranchero sauce. The “brunch” aspect was the inclusion of baked eggs. This was a perfect starter to share and a great hangover cure, as many of our group could attest after a long night of Ketel ice blocks at Sammy’s Roumanian Steak in the Lower East Side.
I was still somewhat detoxing after a decadent long weekend of eating in Park City so I kept my entrée relatively healthy and ordered the egg white and veggie scramble. I appreciated that this dish allowed me to get my greens in, but it unfortunately wasn’t very flavorful. I suppose that’s what I get for ordering the token healthy menu item.
Cassie and Austen tried the burger, one topped with an egg Australian-style and the other with bacon. They both found the burgers decadently juicy with the right amount of grease to cure a hangover. We all dug into the well-seasoned waffle fries, which was a great option outside of the typical home fries or hash browns on the typical brunch menu.
Natalie, in town from Chicago, opted for the breakfast sandwich, which featured fried eggs and cheddar cheese in a croissant with your choice of bacon or sausage. Her favorite element of the dish was the buttery croissant and she appreciated the addition of protein so this entree could keep her fueled for a full day of exploring Williamsburg–it was her first time to Brooklyn! She could have done without the home fries, they were nothing memorable.
Overall, brunch was a hit – we had plenty of drinks, decent food, and there was a great, laid-back vibe. However, we concluded on a sour note because paying the bill was a nightmare. This wasn’t unexpected given our enormous party size, but the servers began combining checks and confusing tables, which resulted in an argumentative mess.
Some of my friends were rudely (falsely) accused of skipping out on the bill and my roommate Sondra almost had a heart attack the next day when checking her bank statement. Her credit card had been wrongfully charged nearly $750 rather than $41. When she called to resolve the mistake, she was still treated with a bad attitude from management.
The Bitches say: C. Unfortunately a pretty fun party brunch was tainted by bad customer service. Randolph Brooklyn is a great bottomless option in Williamsburg, just roll with a smaller squad and bring a friend who is good at math.
104 S 4th St
Brooklyn, NY 11249
Randolph Brooklyn serves brunch on Saturdays and Sundays beginning at noon.