Brunch may have its haters, but there's clearly a contingent out there looking for more than the standard weekend blitz of Belgian waffles and three-cheese omelets. Readers tore into Scott Reitz's post on two off-beat brunch options as if they had been wandering the desert waiting for a message from on high. Come to think [...]
Weekend French Toast from Food52 on Vimeo. Hey, it's the weekend, live a little. Inject a little dark rum into your French toast.
Take a good look at this glass of juice. Does it look orange to you? It should, because the last time I checked, orange juice was supposed to be, you know, orange. But when I stopped by Columbia Firehouse recently for brunch, this is what they served when I asked for orange juice. It looks [...]
It takes an act of sheer iron will (and perhaps stupidity) to bypass the classic Brussels waffle at Belga Cafe on Capitol Hill. That yeasty batter, cooked to a light and crispy turn in a waffle iron, doesn't need a river of syrup to provide its pleasures, only a sprinkling of powdered and brown sugars [...]
If you ever had any doubts about a dish's ability to cross cultural boundaries, all you need to do is look at the trajectory of chicken and waffles. Once considered a staple of soul-food joints, chicken and waffles has become a fixture at trendy neighborhood operations like Marvin and Creme, where gentrification has ensured that [...]
The charm of this sandwich, part of the brunch menu at Black Market Bistro in Garrett Park, lies almost exclusively with the ciabatta bread, which is among the best I've sampled (perhaps because it wasn't squashed to death in a press). Its extremely crackly crust gives way to an airy crumb, creating the perfect toothsome [...]
As soon as the Æbleskiver hit our table at Domku, Carrie had a flash of déjà vu. For my wife, these Danish balls of pancake dough brought back pleasant memories of her State Department childhood in the Netherlands, where the bite-sized breakfast snacks are known as poffertjes. Your own Y&H, however, had a flash of [...]
Montmartre's monsieur: Put some cheese on that mofo. This has happened to all of us who've become fans of a particular restaurant: The place lets us down. Sometimes the disappointment is (relatively) minor, like when the kitchen runs out of a favorite dish or drops the plate entirely from the menu. But then there's the [...]
Calling Dr. Freud. Calling Dr. Freud. We may have an Oedipal patient for you. For other Mother's Day suggestions, Y&H turns you to the Washingtonian's brunch guide and Open Table's listings.
