This morning we (Me, Molly, Cat and others) brunched at a incredibly cute restaurant called Olea in Fort Greene. As we walked to the restaurant Cat raved about their polenta. I had never had polenta, and really didn't even know what it would be so I had to order it. Polenta, scrambled eggs, home fries (of course I would have preferred hashbrowns but chefs around the world hate the hashbrown), salad and toast. I was so excited that I was being adventurous. Then the meal came. And what was this exotic polenta? Grits, that's what. Grits with a fancy name. Others tried to tell me that they were different, that they were creamier. But they were grits. But good grits! Usually when I order them I'm disappointed, these however were mighty fine polenta grits.
To make the meal even better they ended it how every meal should be ended, with a little square of dark chocolate. Pink wrapping for the girls, blue wrapping for the boys. Even if the meal had been terrible, I would return because of the chocolate.
- Megan Leigh
3 comments:
What did they serve a salad with breakfast food?
I thought the salad an odd thing too. Then I thought, Megan and morning, probably meant late morning if not Noon - so it was probably brunch?
It was brunch. And I didn't touch that damn salad.
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