There’s few things I like more than stepping inside a New York City restaurant and feeling like I’ve been instantaneously transplanted somewhere else. Santina, with its bright colors, all glass exteriors, and tropical, leafy decor, does exactly that. Situated underneath the Highline and nestled in the heart of Meatpacking, Santina is destined to be a hotspot.
On this particular weekend, a group of our friends spent our Saturday feeling really old at Governor’s Ball, and drowning our “this is our last year” sorrows by alternating beers and ice cream sandwiches. Sunday arrived and we were in dire need of brunch carbs to quell the concert aftermath. Luckily, we had plans to meet Paul’s family at Santina for our morning meal.
After very necessary rounds of water and green juice for the table, we made a special request for one of our favorite cocktails on the menu. It wasn’t on the brunch menu, but they made an exception thanks to our persistence. The Bello, served with rum, pomelo, and pepper jam and garnished with a jalapeno pepper, is worth the persuasion. It’s my absolute favorite, day or night.
The menu’s origins confused me at first. I noted Italian classics sprinkled with Carribean-esque accents like coconut, and a heavy by-the-sea influence. When I asked the waitress what the actual cuisine of Santina was, she replied “it’s anywhere Italian with a palm tree”, which I felt was a perfect description.
And with that, we wasted no time ordering. We started with the cecinas, which are flat, airy pancakes served with our choice of toppings.
We were also sent the pastry basket, which was one of the best I’ve had. There was a great variety of warm, breaded heaven, from fruit to chocolate fillings.
For my entree, I was in dire need of an egg sandwich. Their Santina sandwich with scrambled eggs, melted fontina cheese, green chili and bacon hit the nail on the head and soaked up all of my Governor’s Ball transgressions. I also have to note here the beautiful china Santina’s dishes are all served with. I legit wanted to sneak plates in my purse. It fit the coastal theme perfectly.
The ladies at the table both ordered frittata sumodos with their choice of two toppings.
With options like mushroom, tomato, zucchini, broccoli, onion, fresh chili, peperonata, pesto, pecorino, and fontina, it would have been nice to be able to choose three, but it was delicious nonetheless.
We were clearly all in an egg mood, because the only other variety on our table was the A Piacere, two poached eggs served with whole grain toast and spicy potatoes. Paul’s dad loved the kick in the potatoes and felt that the eggs were cooked to perfection.
We could have stayed in our comfy seats for hours soaking up the sunshine, but had plans to head to the spa, so we begrudgingly dragged our carb-filled bods outside. We thoroughly enjoyed our brunch experience, though Santina’s dinner still shines more in my memory.
The Bitches say: Five Champagne flutes. The light flooded atmosphere, top notch cocktails, and inventive brunch dishes in one of our favorite NYC hoods make Santina a must try. This is a great place to go on a more special occasion with higher price tags.
Santina serves brunch on Saturdays and Sundays from 10 a.m. – 3 p.m.