A note from the Bitches: this restaurant is now closed. It’s been rebranded to Pinea.
Can you smell the power? When you’re brunching at Jean-Georges Vongerichten’s J&G Steakhouse in the W Hotel, it’s likely coming from the White House a block away or the Treasury just across the street. Or perhaps it’s coming from the table right next to you.
In fact, the entire restaurant oozes DC power. It’s nothing but velvet couches, tall windows, white columns, and high ceilings (the ceilings even have a shimmery pink cherry blossom pattern on them). It’s the kind of place that’ll be written about in a Vanity Fair article in ten years, starring a senator’s daughter and an administration official having their quiet brunch the morning after a scandalous romp in the W.
Glamour. Power. I can smell it.
I had been to J&G Steakhouse once before, for dinner with clients, and we commandeered its private dining room. The steaks, the wine, the service—everything was phenomenal. It was a dinner so seamless, the entire thing is just one blurry memory of satisfaction. That’s how dining should be.
Brunch there was much the same, albeit a bit more sterile and quiet. Completely a la carte, the menu is crafted to give you the classic brunch fare with a pinky out: soups and salads, eggs, breakfast meats, and a variety of sides. And of course, you can order one of their incredible steaks, too.
To whet the appetite we ordered a blood orange mimosa and their lychee raspberry bellini, which is made with lychee raspberry puree and Zardetto prosecco. That pretty pink concoction was like perfume in a drink—so tasty—and thick enough to be an appetizer.
Because everything was quite pricey (read: I gagged when I got the check), we decided to try only one of the appetizers on the menu, and the tuna sounded the best. It was the perfect way to start: pristine slices of tuna crusted in rice cracker crumbles sitting in citrus chili sauce. Delicious, but unfortunately that’s where the culinary creativity ended.
For entrees, we went with the buttermilk pancakes and one of the egg dishes. I tried the scrambled eggs, which were ladled with crab meat, tomato and basil. The food was fine; nothing to lose your head over. In fact, it was so pleasantly bland that I hardly remember enough about the dishes to write in detail about them.
J&G is a beautiful restaurant, but I guess I prefer a little flavor in my brunches, and not just in the food. Give me a themed buffet or a few twists on my mimosa, and I’m a happy girl. If I had a grandparent that I needed to impress, I would bring them to J&G. But if it’s me and my fellow bitches, I’d prefer to glide up the elevators to the buffet at POV on the roof.
Bitches say: B; Food is fine and dandy, and the restaurant space is beautiful, but it lacks any excitement
Pennsylvania Ave. at 15th Street NW
515 15th Street NW
Washington D.C. 20004
Tel: (202) 661-2440