I was reminded this morning of my ongoing inquiry into the shite-ness of brunch. The thing is, it's been a relatively good few months for brunch: good meaning nothing has been so horrendously gross and/or overpriced as to offend me into writing about it. And then today happened. It's mofo cold here (-22 C) but gloriously sunny so we walked to the very good New York-style deli for a bite of food. You know when you're reading a menu and a craving comes over you, no matter what your brain says, you must have that item? That was me with the smoked salmon. My brain kicks into say "it's never good! always fishy and stringy and greasy!" but my voice orders the smoked salmon bagel plate anyways.
And it was amaaazing. Lithe, buttery, fabulous salmon, uber-creamy, luxe cream cheese (no gak emulsifiers here), fat capers, crisp cucumber, very thinly sliced white onion and a perfectly toasted "bagel"*. I pulled off pieces of bagel, slathered them with that wicked cream cheese, capers, onion and topped with the salmon. Oh my. What a brunch! Not an overcooked egg, vile Hollandaise-wannabe, chewy slab of peameal in sight. Even the waiter was cute and efficient. So happy.
*ok, ok, it wasn't a real Jewish, boiled-in-honey, baked over a wood fire bagel. But it wasn't shite either.
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