My first Manhattan brunch (the previous ones having been held in Brooklyn), and accompanied by a friend who had flown in from Dubai for the weekend, I was very ready and very hungry for my feed post-Dead Rabbit debauchery.
Both of us sporting bedheads and headaches, we sauntered up to The Smith minus reservation, plus empty bellies, craving anything with no alcohol content. Only, I had not anticipated the popularity of the eatery that was recommended to us the night before, and arrived at the door only to be met with a queue and a big fat thirty minute wait! Needless to say, my face dropped upon hearing this seemingly apocalyptic news, and a very tactful manager behind the desk happened to spy my agony and suggest a communal table seating which we were only too happy to oblige.
Unthinkingly and unaware, my jet-setter and I had stepped into the coolest and busiest brunch in midtown-east. The Smith was heaving, and executing brunch like pros. It is notoriously one of the most difficult shifts to work as a server or bartender because of hangovers, hipsters and Bloody Marys to be made with a thousand garnishes, but these guys were machine-like. Our food arrived barely five minutes after ordering – a cool twist on eggs Norwegian and eggs Mexicanos, followed quickly by a mountain of pancakes with extra helpings of caramel and lemon ricotta. Complementary filtered still and sparkling water to accompany it was a seriously nice touch.
The atmosphere was a reflection of the service standard. Everyone was either eating, boozing on mimosas, or Snapchatting/Instagramming their hoard – the restaurant was awash with laughter and chatter. It was a sight to behold, and one I will most definitely return to see.
Props to The Smith for getting busy brunch in the city just right!
The Smith Midtown, 956 2nd Av.