Because eating unlimited bacon at the Great Big Bacon Picnic on a recent Sunday wasn’t enough food for Paul and me, we also set off for an early morning brunch to start the day.
Despite the suspended L service which is one big “gr” to my goal to branch out on the weekends, we headed to Egg in Williamsburg.
Even though Egg has a strict no-reservation policy and early doors, we managed to be seated with almost no wait, which is unusual anywhere in NYC. We took in our surroundings, noticing quickly that Egg was very much a Williamsburg melting pot. Between the artsy mom with blue hair sketching over eggs and the intimidatingly cool tattooed couple who flanked us, there was enough color to outweigh the plain white walls. Exposed beams and wooden chair accents kept the atmosphere neutral and relaxed.
Paul and I immediately got to ordering caffeine. I was surprised that as a daytime-only restaurant, they didn’t have espresso offerings. You would think if you’re going to own something, you’re really going to own it. For me, that means lattes. However, they had French press from Tanzania, which we really enjoyed, so after my initial latte-less disappointment I reveled in the process of the press.
Did I mention they had table clothes you could color on with crayon sets? My inner kid came out in full storm as I sketched all over the place.
As we colored and stewed over the menu, the waiter brought over house made complimentary mini doughnuts with cinnamon sugar. They were a great delight to kick of our palettes.
The menu was no-frills and straightforward. We ordered the pancakes first, which weren’t marketed with any fancy accouterments. It was honestly refreshing to have pancakes be amazing just for being pancakes, and not for a copious amount of sweet spread. These pancakes were a.) massive, b.) amazing and c.) organic. Thin, as large as a plate, and served with a dollop of butter and a side of Vermont maple syrup, there was no question that this was the favorite of the meal.
Next was the Grafton cheddar omelette. Don’t mistake the unassuming plate with plainness. This omelette, for an omelette, was outstanding. The eggs were cooked to perfection with the right amount of melted cheese. Paul loved the broiled tomato it was served with, which introduced a bit of an English twist to the bite. There was also a side of a hash brown patty that completed the plate.
The Bitches say: A-. We loved that this brunch was awesome without being extravagant or pricy, and we’ll never forget those pancakes.
109 N 3rd Ave
(718) 302 – 5151
Egg serves breakfast all day every day, from 7 a.m. – 5 p.m. on weekdays, and 8 a.m. – 5 p.m. on weekends.