When it comes to Sunday brunch, I take things pretty seriously.
And things sure as heck don’t get much more serious than The Smith in Manhattan, New York.
The Smith is a classically cool NYC brasserie, serving straight-up Americana fare from bulging burgs to oozy mac and cheese and stuffed lobster rolls.
And brunch. Let’s talk about the brunch.
Sheer, Sunday perfection.
You can find The Smith in the East Village, Midtown and by Lincoln Center.
On this occasion, we dined Midtown.
Walking into the stylishly contemporary space, tiled floor to walls gleam in the floods of light provided by the large, patio-esque doors.
Taking a spot with ample view of both bar and the promised theatre of New York streets, we ordered a plethora of Sunday morning staples.
With a side of Apple Smoked Bacon…y’know, just to round everything off.
If you’re looking for a classic New Yorker brekkie with a twist, go for the Smoked Salmon Toast.
A doorstop of rough-cut, toasted rye is slathered with lemon mascarpone, beef tomatoes, a handsome portion of silky smoked salmon, then topped with red onion and dollops of crème fraîche.
A symphony of zingy and fresh flavours.
If you’re looking for something a teeny bit more naughty…
…Okay, a hella lot more naughty.
I urge you to order the Breakfast Pot Pie.
Eggs, sunny side up, served on a breakfast-stew-like-concoction of sweet sausage, bacon, cremini mushrooms, swimming in a pleasingly-rich breakfast gravy and topped with a cheddar biscuit lid.
It’s difficult to describe just how gloriously satisfying it was. Filling, comforting and utterly scrumptious.
It’s truly what Sunday food comas are made of.
Under the foliage, you’ll find the humble, but most certainly sublime Avocado Toast.
Nothing too out of the ordinary with this filly; organic whole wheat toast topped generously with smashed avocado, flavoured with red pepper flakes, a squeeze of lemon and topped with fresh local greens.
A breakfast staple for many, but you know what? It’s Avocado Toast and I would maybe take advantage of the other unique items offered on the menu instead.
We devoured our breakfasts and eventually peeled ourselves away from our new favourite morning hang-out, feeling utterly satisfied and ready to see the sights.
If you need further encouragement to consider The Smith as one of your must-brunches for your trip (and I highly doubt you do), just take a look at their instagram for some of the most ridiculous food porn you’ve ever seen, (I’m usually opposed to this word, but there’s really no other way to describe this level of filth).
There are many places to stock up on New York fuel in this fine city, The Smith being just one. It would be simply impossible to fit them all into one trip., but you know what? It’s the perfect excuse to return.