Oh Bloody Hell! Now I discovered another spot for brunch on the Upper West Side with a resto called Machiavelli.
Hey, I must admit it was a solid choice for brunch after competing in a 5K race with a celebratory cocktail! Look, after a few months now of eating right, cutting calories, eliminating red meats and processed junk, hitting the gym more frequently, and running my ass off at three miles a clip multiple days a week I deserved a damn alcoholic drink!
On this Sunday morning I had just competed in another 5K race (and did quite well, thank you) over in Queens and decided to meet up with a friend for some brunch to celebrate another successful run. Why not? The NYC weather was cooperating with a beautiful sunny Spring day, and brunch is like a weekend sport here in this city when multitudes of people stand in long lines and jockey for position to score some prime outside sidewalk seating. Continue reading A Bloody Hell of a brunch at Machiavelli NYC!→
Unlimited booze and food brunch on New Years Day! Happy New Year to me! We loves our unlimited boozy brunches here in NYC. Any reason to get liquored up in the afternoon is a good thing!
I set up this boozy brunch on New Years Day for a group of us since most stayed in on NYE. Heck, going out that night is amateur hour anyway and overpriced at best.
Had a 1:30 reservation and were seated around 2:00. No biggie, as I knew it would be crowded here. Unlimited brunch is for two hours and we were told they would not kick us out at 4:00 when it ended. Hey, for $39 it’s basically a steal. Unlimited cocktails of all types and family style plates of tapas on the whole menu. Yes, the WHOLE menu. There is a lot to choose from here. I really loved the spicy bloody mary and the mango mimosa. Those went down way too easy! Plus, they certainly did not skimp on the booze! I also tried the lychee mimosa and the tequila spiked agua fresca. A few traditional margaritas also made it into my mouth. Wowza! I drank a lot of booze in those two hours. Continue reading Ringing in the New Year with Boozy Brunch at Maya in NYC!→
Brunch is God’s way of telling you it is ok to get drunk on Sunday afternoons! Actually, it should be retitled as DRUNCH!
Just had to tell you about this terrific spot in my hood called Parlor Steakhouse that thankfully is within stumbling distance from my apartment in NYC on the Upper East Side in Yorkville! They offer a killer brunch deal on the weekends.
For $29 you get almost unlimited (yes, it really is almost unlimited as it’s supposed to be five cocktails per guest over two hours, but let’s just say that rule was loose and flexible on our visit here!) bloody mary’s, mimosas, bellini’s and they are not shy about constantly refilling your drinks. Seriously, our waiter must have had radar about when our drinks were getting low. Also, bartender must have had a heavy pour because we are rocked from all the bloody mary’s! Must have had well more than the five allotted per guest. Plus, even though brunch ends at 4:00 they will keep pouring drinks until 4:30 and will not rush you out if still brunching! Bonus points! Continue reading Brunch in NYC at Parlor Steakhouse is DRUNCH Sunday!→
THAT I AM TOTALLY F**KING DRUNK OFF MY ASS RIGHT NOW!
Wow, am I sh*tfaced and totally rocked from what turned out to be a six and a half hour brunch bender. I don’t remember much of what I ate, and I am still trying to figure out where my pants are, but I had a great Sunday!
Holy Crapola! Did you know that Economy Candy is right across the street? (One of the most amazing old school candy stores in NYC!) This place looks like Willy Wonka threw up! Can you actually get the bedspins while still out on the street? Whoa, candy cigarettes and pop rocks! Maybe not a good idea right now.
But back to Essex. Had a 3:00 reservation and entered into a crazy cramped and loud bar area. Checked in with the hostess and was told it would be a few minutes. Had to wait amongst the LES scenesters and play body bumpers for about 15 minutes or so alongside the crowded bar. I felt bad for those sitting at the tables along it as all of our asses were constantly pushing into their faces and backs. Nothing like a face full of ass with your omelet! Continue reading Brunch at Essex. Or, how to get sh*tfaced on a NYC afternoon!→