Ah, the dilemma with weekend brunch is always that anywhere worth going also has a crazy line. So when we only had to wait maybe 25-30 minutes at Friend of a Farmer this past weekend, we considered ourselves lucky. I really loved the interior of this place - it felt like we were dining in someone's home. Unfortunately it was crowded and cramped, and I was with three others who I didn't want to make suffer as I took pictures, so these were all taken really hastily and I'm not happy with them. I actually hesitated to post these, but I did want to still share. It's just that this place invites such great photography, and I don't think I did it justice!
I'm a sucker for Eggs Florentine so I went with it, but it was a tad on the bland side, and I sorely regretted not getting the blueberry pancakes I was eyeing. Ah well! I was at least happy with my super pulpy orange juice.
Friend of a Farmer | 77 Irving Place