I'm Gonna Say it Again, Baby You're No Good

Brunch with Debulicous

CAFE LULUc

Someone is celebrating their 1st year of sobriety and it's a definite occasion for brunch.  Waffles.  All she really wanted was waffles and for whatever reason, the closest we could find were pancakes and French Toast.  One would think with the plethora of breakfast joints in the surrounding neighborhoods, it would be easy to find a waffle but turns out, in order to partake in these crisped cakes, we would need to head to Prospect Heights.  Why we didn't is unclear as it's about a 10 minute walk.  I'm not sure her pancakes were as spectacular as the description advertised (something about Warm Black Bear Maple Syrup) but I can tell you my French Toast was everything and more!  In fact I'm going on record to say I've not had better.  They were delectable soft pillows and the caramelized apple with the fresh fruit and syrup became the perfect bite.  There was no desire for extra butter that I realized was missing from the table midstream. 

Brioche French Toast with Apple Compote, two sunny side eggs and sausage

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  This is the smile of a person who is happy to be alive but inside is thinking, where the fuck are my waffles!!?!  I know this woman enough to see in her face that what she really wanted was the over the top, diner or chain restaurant waffles stacked with the tower of fake whipped cream and maybe maraschino cherries on top.  The quaint French brunch vibe of Cafe Luluc was not the perfect choice. I go on record to also say I am not great at picking the right spots.  There is a real art to this and I hope to get better because it's an important part of any outing. 

I'm Afraid I'm American

Me and P always pick the brunch spot when we eat with our friend J. And me and P are lazy sons of b's and don't like venturing too far from our lair. But this time we felt it fair to allow J to make the choice, also since we haven't exactly hit it out of the park with good food choices. Many times brunch is good, but not great. Then again, what do we expect? You know? American's are so spoiled.

J has, no actually, I have been obsessing over chile relleno in talking with J about making them and eating them, how we like them. Anyway he's had success at Castro's so we thought we'd give it a try. It's not exactly the cute little hipster brunch spot so I'm all for that. I've never liked the 'in' crowd spots. It was comfortable in there and the waitress was friendly. I had the Chile Relleno. P had the Chicken Verde Enchiladas (came with 3!) and J had the Bistec Americana. The rice and beans had a great tasting pico on them, probably just made, perfectly seasoned. First thought...mine was great, I enjoyed every bite of it. All the familiar tastes were right there. P really enjoyed his enchiladas, enough that he didn't share a bite. J gave a sampling of his steak. I dug it, lots of torts to sop up the tomato-y gravy.

Here's where we're spoiled. Where I'm spoiled. The food was great, we all enjoyed our meals. So what happens? I start to break it all down afterwards. Did I really like the rice? Were the beans kinda bland? Was the Relleno really that special? I was perfectly happy to lick that plate at the time but in hindsight, it was just okay? That's not cool! I don't want to be that person. Then I read reviews and they are similar in opinion; good but nothing too special. People go there because its convenient and its just 'good enough'. Not the best Mexican food but...

Like I said, I'm standing here guilty. We expect the 'best Mexican food' really? From a brunch spot in Fort Greene where the menu's taped to the window? Yes, it does happen here and you really never know where you'll get amazing food to be honest but aren't we just being entitled gross little pigs? This food was done properly, had good flavors, simple...tons of choices on the menu...not too spicy. I'd go again. Matter of fact looking at the picture of the chilaquiles makes me want to throw on shorts and run down there right now.


I will not be a bratty spoiled pig. I will not be a bratty spoiled pig. I will not be a bratty spoiled pig. I will not be a bratty spoiled pig. I will not be a bratty spoiled pig. I will not be a bratty spoiled pig. I will not be a bratty spoiled pig. I will not be a bratty spoiled pig.