May 27 -
Memorial Day started off with a bright-and-early trek on the L train to head over to Williamsburg for brunch at Egg. Cute, warm-and-fuzzy neighborhood spot, you go and scribble your name on a gigantic board up front and wait patiently for your name to be called. Breakfast choices are decidedly simple, southern comfort fare, ranging from grits, scrapple, egg-y dishes (obviously!) and an emphasis on farm-fresh and organic ingredients. No complaints with my organic grits and eggs, which came perfectly poached with oozy yolk just as it should, and sautéed kale. I got “tricked” into thinking that the biscuit came with the order, but was glad I ended up ordering them anyway: soft and buttery, they were ridiculously good with the fig jam.
Come early—they’re open from 7 am—or you’ll wait for about an hour during peak times. Or kill some time by grabbing iced coffee around the corner. Then once you get your table, scribble with crayons on the paper cloth to your heart’s content (a practice every restaurant should instill, in my opinion).
Egg
135 N. 5th St.
Brooklyn, NY 11211
nibbles and bites.
