Saturday, October 25, 2008
Bananas foster french toast
This is just… wrong!
Eschewing the 90-minute wait for brunch at Prune, Bennie and I journeyed down to newcomer JoeDoe. I think I have a new favorite restaurant.
The space is tiny, the staff, friendly, and every bite smacks of rich flavors. I changed my order to the french toast after seeing the guy next to me tuck into his whipped cream- and syrup-saturated plate of carbs (Seriously, granola? What was I thinking?). It was heaven, delivered on a plate.
I hate to say it, but watch your back, Prune.
45 1st Street b/w 1st and 2nd Aves