Happy Noms

Superman, Suzy, Nam, and I all went to Prune for brunch the other week. I’ve read that Prune is be arguably the best brunch spot in the city and wanted to investigate. I read Gabbie Hamilton’s book, Blood, Bones, and Butter and found her to be a really fascinating character (Keep a lookout as in a few weeks I will try to publish a string of thoughts on chefs biographies that I’ve read lately!).

The wait at Prune is supposed to be pretty heft later in the day, so we arrived right when they opened and were seated promptly downstairs. The mimosas there are really unique and combine an unexpected bunch of ingredients.

My bloody mary was the Chicago Matchbox, with housemade lemon vodka, pickled   brussel sprouts, baby white turnips, caperberries, green beans and radishes. It sounds way way too healthy, I know, but it actually tasted pretty good! The caperberries added this nice sour tang to the drink and the spicy root vegetables further upped the flavors in the drink. The bloody mary also came with a shot of beer as a palette cleanser.

I didn’t know what a “potato rosti” was so I ordered it. Turns out it’s just a hashbrown. A really really good hashbrown. But yes, hashbrown. Aaaand in case there are those of you who weren’t paying attention and are asking “oh wait what’s that again? could you clarify one last time?” potato rosti = hashbrown.

I do have a special affinity for hashbrowns though, I must’ve literally eaten hundreds of them growing up. I think every time my parents treated me to Mickey Ds for breakfast, I would have like two or three of those things. Drowned in jam, of course. People who do it with ketchup are weird (j/k I finally tried hashbrowns with ketchup when I was like 22 and yes it works too).

For mains, the others ordered a mediocre oysters and sausage platter, a really great eggs benedict, and a quite sinful deep-fried monte cristo sandwich (triple-decker ham, turkey and swiss cheese sandwich, custard-style battered and deep fried. with fried eggs and red currant jelly). I thought the monte cristo was the tastiest. For myself, I ordered  the dutch style pancake with powdered sugar and canadian bacon.

Hashbrowns and pancakes – the cornerstones of every healthy balanced nutritious breakfast. The taste makes the nutrition (or lack thereof) totally worth it though. I’ve never had such a cake-like pancake, where the pancake is an inch thick and just light & fluffy. The pears were good- but I wish there were more. Still, when I ran out of pears, I was left with practically cake drowned in maple syrup. Yum.

I definitely have to come back here for dinner and get a platter of bone marrows to suck down.