There are a few different ways to brunch here. There is the classy way where you hear about the new cool spot, get a group of friends on a Saturday and wait 2 hours for a table to order the same eggs Benedict you always do. You’ll have a nice conversation about work, maybe the most recent date you went on, and what vacation plans are coming up. I imagine most people will refer to this type of brunching when they talk about how ubiquitous it is in the city. I generally have 2 rules in life – no lines and no covers – so this style doesn’t really work out for me.
The way Jamie and I brunch usually results in a two day hangover, shameful decisions and invariably the promise to never do bottomless again. You see, we don’t brunch like the average New Yorker. We take a 1.5 hour bottomless mimosa time limit as a challenge to a finish line that really no one should want to cross. This weekend was no exception. We did bottomless at Two Door Tavern in Williamsburg where just for an extra $9 you get unlimited bloodies, beers and mimosas for an hour. The food is good and its a short walk from our apartment (as is everything we do on the weekends).
The sneaky part about bottomless is you never believe you’re that drunk when you’re done. We had the genius idea of stopping by The Whiskey Brooklyn for “a drink” before going shopping. Well with a name like that I’m sure you’re guessing that we go there all the time, which we do. Of course one of our bartenders, Oliver is there (you know how some people have their hair lady or nail lady, we have bartenders and wine store people). Instead of one drink each he convinces us to get a pitcher. Half way through the pitcher is free shots. Before we’re even finished with our last beers there is a refilled pitcher in front of us. This is the way of a bottomless brunch day. We made friends with a group of guys at a table behind us who were mostly British and unfortunately mostly married. While Jamie chatted up the only single one, I berated the guy across from me with questions about Paris. Apparently he had lived there at some point, and having just randomly booked a trip there, I was curious for any insider tips. Monday morning I got a text from him saying he was working on my map and would email it shortly. I somehow in my boozy-brunch-state managed to give this guy my email address and convince him to plan out my one-day trip to Paris. Not only do I have all of the must-sees on my map, but its also equipped with all walking and metro directions as well as optional food/drink spots. It also has a helpful French for beginners section with the advice that speaking a little bit of French goes a long way.
The day capped with too much pizza and more beers. Today is Tuesday and I’m starting to feel normal again. We both agreed on Sunday that we can’t do bottomless anymore…we’ll see how we feel tomorrow.