The crew headed out to Greenpoint and had a nice (ahem, ahem) boozy-less brunch at Brooklyn Label, 180 Franklin Street. Find them at www.brooklynlabel.com
Overall, the space is great, the food was fresh and innovative, the hipsters tending table were attentive, and.... well, they sold whoopie pies to go. What? 'Nuff said.
What the joint lacked in libations, it made up for with its wide array of gourmet cocoas, coffees, and Italian sodas. Maybe you can sneak in some Kahlua and go to town.
The Mexican hot cocoa spiced with cinnamon.
Chicken and waffles. Nothing wrong with that. Ain't that right Luda?
A crew member gets the steak and eggs pretty much everywhere we go. No exception here. Dude likes what he likes. Dig it.
My dish was the Eggs Benedict with chorizo instead of Canadian bacon, and blue corn cakes replaced the traditional English muffin. Slap some Tabasco on it and call it day. Delish.
Isn't that purrty.
If if wasn’t for the fact that they desperately need a liquor license… it would have scored higher. However, that being the case, it gets 3 out of 5 (virgin) Bellinis.
Review By: @QNSbandito