brunchkill

Location: 632 Manhattan Avenue @ Nassau Ave, Greenpoint

Menu: http://www.themanhattaninn.com/?page_id=16

Brunch Hours: Sat & Sun, 11am – 3pm

My Rating: 

Long Story Short: Food is fine, bloody was pretty great… BUT be warned.  There is a real person playing piano in the back room.  A plus for those of you into that sort of thing (they have very talented performers) but if you are like me and have this weird issue about talking while someone is performing… just remember, you and your awkward brunch companions were warned.

Long Story Long:

On this chilly(ish) winter day, I am reminded a roof party at P-Nasty’s.  I believe this particular gathering (there were many) occurred at the very height of 2 summers ago, and I believe it was not tied specifically to any occasion –  it was… just because.  It was fun.  Maybe a bit too much fun.  Regardless, we all somehow managed to make it to brunch the next day in Greenpoint.  It was a bunch of us – including our previous night’s host who, out of all of us, was a bit worse for wear.  I was in the midst of my egg sandwich journey at the time but hadn’t bothered to consult the menu to see if they had one.  Which reminds me…

Fuck.  You see, one of the bigger problems with my being a huuuuuge slacker and not writing these posts till way after the fact is that menus change.   Like all the time.  So that puts a bit of a damper on my story.  sigh.

I was gonna talk about how much I hate reuben sandwiches and how the thought of corned beef, russian dressing & sauerkraut with eggs while wickedly hungover was rather distressing, but I had to order it anyway in the name of research and it was totally awesomely delicious and I love when trying something new actually works out.  It would have been a beautiful tale of accepting and embracing change.

However.

I just checked and it’s not on their menu anymore.  Bummer for you guys.  They do have another sandwich on there, scarily named “the porker” – sausage patty, braised bacon, roasted tomato & cheddar scrambled eggs on brioche.  Sounds pretty stellar, but knowing me, I’d probably be too self-conscious to say “I’d like the porker please.”  I guess I could always just point to it on the menu.  Ordering something regardless of how scary it was the last time really had it’s benefits.  Hangover before: unspeakable Hangover after: empowered

Pictured: (not that it matters – none of this is still available) 1. Bloodys 2. Amazing egg sandwich, you will be missed 3. P-Nasty’s granola and fruit 4. An omelette with grits 5. Green Eggs and Ham, i believe this was called.