You know when you’re having a no good, very bad day. We’ve all had them. One of those days where everything goes wrong. And, bit by bit, these things well up and then suddenly you’re hysterically crying and then it’s all over—there’s no going back.
And, even if you’re behaving rationally and talking yourself back to sanity, somehow you’re still sobbing hysterically and physically unable to stop yourself. Yes, you realize you look like a lunatic, but there’s no stopping the waterworks.
Yeah, somehow I managed to get there before 10:30 a.m. on a Saturday. I hadn’t even listened to any Adele songs yet, either.
What I did not do, my Bitches, is cancel my brunch plans. While I’m was not sure that mimosas would cure my troubles, I was sure that they would dull the pain.
I go for a walk, call my mother, of course, and make my way to brunch. I enter Songbyrd, a music venue, café, and restaurant in Adams Morgan. Taking off my sunglasses, I’m confident everyone is staring at me, but I’m so blinded by tears of frustration and irrational but all-consuming rage that I don’t even see them.
Yep, this girl in bright pink Lululemon, and moccasins that are indistinguishable from slippers, and her face is so swollen surely someone must have just killed a puppy. Yep, that girl looks like a total nut case.
Poor Christina, my brunch date, was not forewarned of my state of mind. And bless her, she is the sweet friend that listened well and counseled kindly. Our waiter was also a total sweetheart who whisked mimosas and coffee to the table in a matter of seconds.
Songbyrd was mostly empty on this sunny Saturday morning in December. It’s a cool space—split into two rooms. We were seated at a high top table in the back room with the bar.
The coffee was good but the mimosa was better—as is often the case. And, by the first mimosa (which went down quickly), we had made it through my varied traumas and back to regular chatter.
The brunch menu at Songbyrd is mostly scrambles and sandwiches, with a side section of bacon and potatoes. We opted to split our entrees—Christina selected the Portlander scramble and I went for the brunch burger.
The scramble comprised eggs, bacon, and wild mushrooms topped with Tillamook cheddar. It was served with large potatoes and your choice of bread—we selected sourdough.
The breakfast burger is a grass-fed burger topped with an herb cheese spread, bacon tomato jam, lettuce, and an egg over-easy. It was served on a standard sesame burger bun, which could have been better. I rarely eat bread so I like my bread experiences to be absolutely exceptional. The herb cheese spread added great flavor, and the fried egg was done correctly. Cooked medium rare, the burger itself was pretty good—but nothing extraordinary. This seems like a good neighborhood joint, and a good gathering spot, but not necessarily a destination for food.
We both really appreciated the bowl of fruit, which was fresh and unique with its slices of pear, slices of orange, and dried fruit. It was a nice, healthy touch.
We wanted to get a fair handle on the menu—and Bitches love dessert, so we ordered the pecan pie. Sadly, it was served cold, with a nearly frozen middle. It would have been good if it had been warmed and served a la mode, but we’ll never know.
All in all (and aside from my hysterics, which in hindsight seem rather ridiculous), the experience was a great one: a chill, unpretentious space, friendly, kind service, and pretty good bar food. This would be our roll-out-of-bed spot if we lived in Adams Morgan.
The Bitches say: B+. Songbyrd is a relaxed, chill spot in Adams Morgan with above average grub, great service, and a solid mimosa. It’s a perfect spot to roll-out-of-bed, stay casual, and enjoy a relaxed brunch.
2477 18th St. N.W.
Songbyrd serves brunch on Saturdays and Sundays from 11 a.m. to 4 p.m.