There is something incredibly comforting about a brunch on a rainy day. As hard as it is to muster up the energy to seize the day with so many mystery puddles darkening your doorstep, it’s always worth it once you arrive.
This particular weekend, we took advantage of our close friends being in the city to celebrate their anniversary and scheduled a fun brunch. Waverly Inn has always been high on my list for a romantic meal, as it’s tucked away in one of the quiet cobblestone streets of the West Village and is practically hidden from the public. It seemed fitting for this cold and rainy winter morning and I breathed a huge sigh of relief when we stepped in the door.
A crackling fireplace welcomed us in the front room, making me consider ordering a drink at the miniature bar before we started dining. We were instead led to our table, where we had the choice of dining in the enclosed glass garden room or the darker, intimate inside dining room. For the sake of my photos, we chose the garden room, which was wrapped in greenery and ivy and temporarily transplanted us to a secret garden. The rain pounded around us while we soaked up the light-filled space. A for atmosphere, which set high expectations for the meal.
The menu is difficult to find online, as it changes constantly. The Waverly Inn seems to own its element of mystery, even noting on the menu that photography is forbidden (sorry!). I snapped a few menu photos in secret since I knew the food descriptions would escape me after a few meals.
We ordered lattes to begin, which seemed even more fitting with the rainy weather. Naturally we were all starving, so we were quick to order our meals.
I selected the eggs Benedict with ham confit, a buttermilk biscuit, and crispy fingerling potatoes. I thought the ham added a really nice salty component to the bite, the biscuit wasn’t overpowering, and the sauce had a great flavor. Overall the dish was solid and my favorite of the four.
Paul ordered the house made Merguez sausage with creamy semolina, toasted baguette, and a fried egg served in a hot cast-iron skillet, which I thought was the second best of our table. There was a welcome spice and a richness with each bite, and Paul said he would definitely order this again.
My friend Kyle ordered the duck confit hash with tomato conserve, peanut potatoes, and baked egg, which he really enjoyed. It wasn’t mind blowing, but it was good.
Lastly, Adriana ordered the scrambled egg white sandwich with beefsteak tomato and whipped avocado. This was the weakest link, as the egg was under seasoned and tasteless and the avocado added no special flavor. This sandwich could have done with a special sauce or additional ingredient and left us a bit disappointed.
The Bitches say: Four Champagne flutes. The special atmosphere really carried the brunch experience for us from the moment we stepped inside, but the brunch itself could have had a bit more pizazz.
The Waverly Inn serves brunch on Saturdays and Sundays from 11 a.m. to 3 p.m. (917) 828-1154