I had no doubt in my mind when planning my first trip to New York that I wanted to stay in Williamsburg. It’s gone beyond up-and-coming and is well and truly here, making a name for itself with boutiques, breweries and street art that could have kept me away from Manhattan for our whole visit.
Our base was The Williamsburg, nestled between The Hoxton and The Wythe hotels, opposite Brooklyn Bowl and within strolling distance of some excellent brunch spots. Although we braved Manhattan some mornings, becoming familiar with the L train from Bedford Ave, a couple of slower mornings were spent in a few of Williamsburg’s finest purveyors of carbs and coffee.
Being wide awake from jet lag at
Hyped up for our mains, we both went for twists on dishes we love at home. The BEC was a solid take on a standard egg sarnie but layered with maple bacon, homemade chilli relish for sweetness and sharp cheddar. Sturdy stuff with no fuss and enough to strike jetlag a powerful blow. My choice felt a little more indulgent, with a poached egg being served on buttery toasted brioche and totally slathered in creamy hollandaise. It’s the eggs benedict my arteries have been begging me to ignore but that my stomach was over the moon about demolishing.
Find it at: Egg Shop, 151 Elizabeth St, New York, NY 10012
Meat eaters and vegans alike flocked to recommend this fried chicken joint to me, and reading reviews online it became an essential on my Brooklyn hit list. It’s an east coast homage to southern cooking, featuring staples that made me feel that I was very much in the USA includingbiscuits and gravy, and a literal bucket of chicken that would put Colonel Sanders to shame!
My dish was a blend of southern sentiment and a New York state invention: buffalo sauce. This fiery
Find it at: Sweet Chick, 178 Ludlow St, New York, NY 10002
On our final day, after woefully checking out of our snazzy hotel and before we braved hitting Central Park in the sort of weather that attracts tourists in their masses, we walked to the other side of Williamsburg to have brunch at The Regal. Sat out in the sunshine, we were the first to arrive but soon the yoga moms and hungover yuppies were flocking in for a Bloody Mary and then some.
Both of the dishes we ordered were, frankly, obscene. Lemon ricotta French toast that made my fiancé send up thanks to a miscellaneous dessert deity, and my B.L.L.T. (that’s bacon, lettuce, LOBSTER and tomato) was enough to make me hate all other sandwiches for the rest of my days. As if that wasn’t indulgent enough, we added a side of truffle tater tots – the perfect level of ridiculous that sums up New York food and why I’d go back there again just to eat in a heart
Find it at: The Regal, 163 Hope St, Brooklyn, NY 11211