A while back two of Dodo's friends visited NY for the first time. One from Singapore, the other from Chi-town. We took them to Locanda Verde for brunch. It's pretty schwanks - chock full of bright-toothed model babes and well dressed enablers. Cleary, with my broken mouth smile and day before yesterday's outfit, I wasn't enabling shit. No worries, we weren't there to pose, we were there to stuff ourselves. Besides, Locanda Verde is wasted on the slimmies - you gotta put down the iBaubles, roll up your sleeves and dive into their sumptuous high-post brunch.
Dodo scored well with her order of lemon ricotta pancakes. They were light and perfectly cooked, with a fluffy interior. It helps that lemon curd is kinda like Nutella to me - if you were to smother a live cricket in either I'd pop it into my mouth and chew happily. No complaints about my scrambled on toast with a side of pig, but I could probably cook this up if I weren't so damned lazy.
Tops in their brunch pyramid, one step above the freshly made buns, breads and muffins (not pictured), are the crispy garlic potatoes. They're zesty, crunchy grenades that I tossed mouthward with abandon. With rearview mirror thinking, I should've paired these with the breads, a few cocktail chasers and a latte exclamation point.
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