Usually, one wouldn’t rise late after a night of drinking and decide to rashly brunch at The NoMad. It’s a commitment, it’s difficult to secure a reservation, and it’s a price deserving of an occasion. But of course, I woke up last Sunday feeling spontaneous and slightly foggy and we gave it a go.
We happened to arrive right as the restaurant opened, which was to our advantage since we didn’t have a reservation. I fell in love when we were ushered into the light filled atrium, an airy, beautiful space that reminded me of a Spanish courtyard where we shared tea the previous summer.
We were sat in the Parlour room, which was a stark contrast from the Atrium. This room was rich in bold reds and deep mahogany. Darker and intimate with plush velvet booths and quiet corners, this was the place I wanted to be. The decor was fit for a king.
The service wasn’t far from royalty treatment, either. There seemed to be one waitstaff to every diner, serving coffee from beautiful copper coffee kettles, and espresso drinks in dream-worthy pottery. I was on aesthetic overload, and I loved it.
Paul and I ordered lattes while we took in our surroundings, which were served with a side of biscotti for dipping. It’s special touches like this that made our whole brunch experience a standout.
We quickly dived into the menu. Paul was committed to ordering the chicken sandwich before he even sat down, after hearing it was somewhat connected to the famous NoMad roasted chicken dinner entree. This sandwich was massive, as it should be for $26.
It was served on a perfect brioche bun with black truffle and foie gras and a side of greens with crispy chicken bits. It was as rich and decadent as you’d expect from accouterments like that, but it didn’t stop Paul from polishing off the entire sandwich in record time.
I ordered the short rib hash with poached egg, served in a tangy sour sauce. The short rib was incredibly juicy as a standalone, and with the addition of the sauce, each bite was full of flavor.
Since two entrees are never enough for our stretched brunch stomachs, we also shared the French toast served with candied walnuts, apples, and a sweet sauce. Though this was a relatively small portion, it was so rich that I wouldn’t have wanted much more. This was perfect for sharing, but would be too small for a standalone entree.
We didn’t want to leave, so we ordered coffee fillers for our mugs and digested our ridiculous portions without guilt. The staff was accommodating and friendly the entire time, not pushing us out despite the assuming long wait for our table.
The Bitches say: A+. There’s no question that the NoMad deserves a golden ticket, or in this case, a Bitches Who Brunch A+. The food was exceptional, the service was fit for a queen, and the atmosphere inspired several items on my wedding registry. Expect to pay steep prices, but trust us that they are worth it.
New York, NY
The NoMad serves brunch on Saturdays and Sundays from 11 a.m. until 2:30 p.m.