Whoops. It's somehow almost February.
I blame holidays. Working in Buffalo. And. Good ol' laziness.
To be honest, I am not sure if anyone reads this anymore, which is sad. Because no one will see the glory of the brunch at Root & Bone.
A few months after my initial enamoration with the restaurant, Diana and Greeshma came through New York, and we shared my current favorite fried chicken along with half of the rest of the brunch menu.
I am so glad we went. It was even better than I had remembered.
One of the most amazing things we discovered is the beauty of the gooey cheesy corn bread. It comes overflowing in this freakishly adorable cast iron skillet.
The biscuits were remarkably improved since my first visit, golden and gorgeous,
with beautifully tender interior, perfect for sopping up that chicken au jus and toasted sesame seeds.
The winter citrus and melon salad was beautiful - chunks of grapefruit, orange and tangerine tossed with melon and snips of basil. The acidity chosen carefully to cut
the fat from the awesomely tender bacon drizzled with maple syrup. Thick, salty and sweet. Delicious.
Han's Nonsensical Rating: One of my favoritest brunches ever in all of New York. Just get everything and love yourself and the new food baby you'll conceive afterwards.
Root & Bone
200 East 3rd Street, New York, NY 10009