Don’t Taze Me, Broder
As huge fans of The Savoy, we’ve been sort of offhandedly considering going to Broder for a while now. In fact, we tried to go there Friday night, but they aren’t open for dinner any more. Hard times all around.
Instead, we went for brunch on Sunday. It was very nice.
As you can see, there’s a bit of a premium on presentation. You might also notice that compared to the somewhat ridiculous portions shoveled at you from any kitchen running before about 4 in the afternoon, there’s a reasonably edible quantity of food here.
The other good thing about the food is that it’s, well, good. Or “well good,” if I were some old limey. At any rate, things were definitely delicious, and having acorn squash instead of potatoes is a cool idea (not that I have anything against potatoes, but variety is the metaphor of cliches, or something.) The bloody mary there is also excellent, although it had a lot of straw-blocking stuff floating around in the bottom of it.
Also, we sat at a counter facing the tiny kitchen, and the one guy who they had doing all the grill work was a real titan. At any rate, we were deeply pleased. The end.