My first time in NY was a series of must-do’s. The American life was very appealing and in those four days I really wanted to do everything like an American. Yellow cabs, rooftops, jazz, a lot of visiting and shopping but life is meaningless without a weekend brunch! Lucky me, my New York adventure started on a Sunday. Sarah, one of my dear friends and a guru in restaurants suggested we should all go to Sarabeth’s for “the best brunch in town”.
You all know me by now, I love to eat and I really wanted to see what’s so special about this ”brunch” thing that’s becoming a custom also in Europe.
Hot Sunday morning, a walk through Manhattan and there we were in front of the restaurant. The place is very famous and due to this minor “inconvenient” they don’t do reservations. So we had to wait for one hour to have a table. Not very pleasant…but I guess it’s part of the charm (and was worthy)!
Waiting was over, we got escorted to our table…and the menus were brought. We ordered like Spanish people: a lot of things so we could share. Eggs Benedict, pancakes with blackberries, cappuccino and fresh orange juice were on the list. Thank God the table was big enough, otherwise I think we would have moved to the floor!
Yummy, wow, delicious, mmmmm and the list can go on. Best way to start in New York!