It was the perfect fall Saturday in the city, and Ally, Becca, and I were thrilled to all be staying in New York to enjoy it. After establishing that we were all remaining on Manhattan concrete, we decided brunch would be the perfect way to catch up and we accepted Wallflower’s gracious invitation to have us in to try the new menu.
Ally and I arrived a tad woozy, as we are both training for races and had minimal food but maximum miles in us. We were pretty desperate for carbs, so we aggressively ordered monkey bread while we waited for Becca to join us.
While we waited for our appetizer to arrive, we took in our charming surroundings. The restaurant was perfectly miniature, with a charming little tables, a dreamy bar, and Instagram-worthy details. It reminded us of an underground Parisian cafe. We loved how intimate the dining area felt, and the service contributed to this feeling of intimacy during our entire dining experience.
Becca soon arrived, and placed a Bloody Mary order upon seating. She thought it was great – the perfect temperature and spicy. Overall, we were really impressed with their cocktail menu, which was more robust than their brunch menu and had some really unique offerings. The owners were very proud of the drinks they curated, which is evident in the thoughtfulness of their approach to cocktails.
The monkey bread arrived soon after the Bloody. It looked so promising and beautiful, but tasted one day old. We still ate the entire pastry (obviously) but wish it had been more fresh. We also sipped on our French press coffee, which came equipped with a fun sand-timer to alert us when it was time to press. Alas, we were too chatty and forgot to press the coffee in time, but we both felt we needed the extra-strong coffee. With our extra dose of caffeine, we were ready for brunch.
First out was the roasted half lobster with sauce Americaine, creamy grits, and smoked cherry tomatoes. This was unbelievable. The sauce was so good and I found myself dipping everything in it. I’m also not usually a fan of grits, but this may have converted me. The generous portion of lobster was a perfect complement to the rich flavor of the creamy grits. This was a winner.
The croque Madame with béchamel, French ham, and fried egg came next, which quickly became a French love affair to our reliable American breakfast sandwich. Meaning, it was a big yum. The thick French ham was salty and delicious, and we loved the fried egg on top.
We also ordered the bacon quesadilla with fried egg, jalapeño, tomato salsa, and pepper jack cheese, which sounded amazing on paper. This could have had a bit more “stuffing” – the bacon flavor got lost in the quesadilla – but we liked the overall dish.
Throughout our dining experience, our water was filled constantly, our waiter stopped by frequently to check in, and the owners were a friendly presence among the brunch-goers. We would have been comfortable sitting there for the morning, but the crisp fall weather beckoned us outside.
The Bitches say: Four Champagne flutes. Wallflower is a little gem in the Village, with charming brunch offerings, courteous staff, and an idyllic atmosphere that will draw you back for a second meal.
Wallflower serves brunch on Saturdays and Sundays from 11 a.m. to 3 p.m.