What a weekend! I had the pleasure of hosting my family for a two-day eating extravaganza (or should I say foodie bender) in celebration of my birthday, which meant in the 24 hours they were in the city, we ate and drank almost all of my favorite things. After a multi-course dinner at Babbo that stretched into the late hours of the night, I swore that I’d never be hungry again, but I was pleasantly mistaken when I woke up craving brunch.
I was surprised when I was able to secure a reservation at Market Table for five people last minute. Its sister restaurant, Little Owl, is one of my all-time favorites and I had high hopes that this too would knock the socks off both me and my family. I chose the West Village strategically because of the stunning walk around the neighborhood as part of my mission to convince my family that New York is a liveable city for all ages. Anyone who walks across 10th Street west of 5th Avenue would be able to picture themselves inhabiting the ivy covered brownstones shaded with hundred year old trees and gorgeous window arrangements.
After a lovely walk though the city, we arrived at Market Table and took note of both the warm welcome and the plethora of bottles adorning every corner of the classic restaurant. Paired with brick walls, floor to ceiling windows, decorated walls, and dainty cactus miniature bouquets, we instantly felt at home. The server was friendly and attentive from the moment we sat down.
You know my parents are truly on vacation when they order alcohol with breakfast, and I was pleased to see them embracing brunch culture with their respective orders of a Bloody Mary and a blood orange mimosa. We washed those down with lattes served with sugar cubes in a canning jar, which I loved almost as much as the espresso drinks themselves.
Paul got our brunch started with his order of the poached organic eggs Benedict with prosciutto served on buttermilk biscuits. This dish was served with unreal home fries topped with a generous pile of caramelized onions, which were wonderful and soaked up any extra Benedict sauce. Paul thought the home fries made the dish, but said the eggs Benny were also awesome.
My sister and I opted for the bacon, spinach & fontina scramble with whole grain toast, which was a massive portion of cheesy deliciousness. I was surprised at just how big the portion was; I wouldn’t be surprised if there were 10 eggs in the omelette. No complaints were coming from me after a long marathon training run earlier that morning, and the bacon bits and extra cheese were just what I wanted. The toast was served with butter and two types of jam, which was a nice variety. I was happy I split this dish with Paul though, because of how dense the omelette was!
A true standout was my parents’ order of the buttermilk pancakes, served with fresh apricots, pistachios, and a bourbon-maple syrup. Much to the dismay of my dad, who has held the very important role of pancake man in our house for as long as I can remember, my mom announced “these are the best pancakes I’ve ever had.” Bold statement, likely as a result of the early morning mimosa, but not far off from the truth. The slightly salted pistachios paired with juicy apricots was such an interesting combination, and the subtle bourbon in the syrup tied it all together.
Last but certainly not least, we ordered the orange blossom French toast with blackberry sauce, almond butter, and vanilla cream. Since this sounded more like dessert than a main that one person could stomach solo, we ordered this for the table, which was the best choice we could have made. The crisp of the sprinkled pecans coupled with the airy French toast, gooey blackberry, and flavorful syrup made for the perfect bite. I didn’t taste the almond butter, but there was so much greatness going on my plate that none of us noticed. The picture above does it more justice than words.
The Bitches say: A+. It’s not often that I distribute A+s, but Market Table is worthy of the high marks. The food was outstanding and each dish was memorable in its own way. The seasonally-driven brunch fare alone made this feel like a special occasion, and paired with a great atmosphere, friendly service, and no-hassle reservations, this place is a winner and a brunch I know my family will always look back on fondly.
54 Carmine St.
New York, NY
Market Table serves brunch on Saturdays and Sundays from 10 a.m. to 2:30 p.m.