It’s a simple sitch. Brunching in Nolita has become a THING. Everyone and their mother is taking over my coffee shops and go-to spots, which leaves me roaming the streets of Chinatown, fishy scent lingering in the air, hunger pangs consuming me throughout, and a sense of desperation in regards to the upcoming source of my sustenance.
If you’re not a part of the ‘Nolitan’ tribe, it’s likely you have not encountered Tartinery. Mark this place for your next brunch outing if you don’t feel like waiting an hour at Egg Shop or Two Hands–you won’t regret it.
Run to Santina immediately and chug the coconut iced coffee while slowly inhaling everything else that comes on the beautiful hand painted plates you kind of really want to stash in your purse.
Café Colette is my shit. From the outside garden (life goals, I want one) to the fish tacos, if you don’t go here, we cannot be friends. Or acquaintances. We just can’t be anything.
Since the weekend is not around the corner at all because it’s only Tuesday, I thought it would be nice to pretend like it was Friday and get everyone hangry and motivated to survive the week. Here are some cultural activities and eats to ponder while you sip your ninth iced coffee.
Yes, that would be another documented egg, avocado and smoked salmon ensemble, because the lord knows all things I consume must be chronicled.
Ugh, the #yolkporn.