I've been on hiatus. Apologies. Lack of proper internet service has kept me from my duty to report on the search for best brunch. Fortunately, a strapping young Comcast prodigy woke me from my delirium Saturday morning between the hours of 8 and 10am and now I am back with the times. Better late than never, I have a good report.
Even though I sort of loathe the idea of this neighborhood with its cute kitschy shops and its 30-something 1.5 child families, I connect with the nostalgia of old NE, simpler times and admiration for a place where brunch is taken very seriously.
Enter Hazel's and you'll find a pile of eager, well-behaved adults, a few toting their well-behaved offspring, waiting patiently for a table. I trust it immediately because of the visible, well-lit kitchen and chalk-board menu (gets me every time). The place isn't huge, so you can expect a wait.
Being the Saturday of Memorial weekend, and being that the weather was on its never-ending trend of shit-tastic, people were flocking to drown their sorrows in piles of homemade cinnamon rolls, braised meats and "well, okay, if i must" sake bloodies, which, in my opinion, were too spicy.
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The menu has some cool stuff in homage to our fallen heroes. Like American French Toast and meaty hash w/homemade BBQ. We got some.
The hash was incredible. A true honor to eat...half of it. Because it's so freakin' much food. But wow, that BBQ sauce was killer, and I even thought about asking them to leave it off, for fear of unknown territory.
Nick got the Pico (essentially a mexican omelette, how anti-American) and somehow it had too much roasted red pepper. Looks pretty, though, eh?
Across the way, worst name
for a store, ever. But, dang, if you're in search of a killer antique
broach, a flashy pleather bag and an uber decent meal amongst the adorbs young fams of North Johnson, grab your stroller and your sudoku and post up.
