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.
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.
The ladies at the table both ordered frittata sumodos with their choice of two toppings.
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.