The Bodega

April 3, 2011 § 1 Comment

Not your local corner store, and not the Boston sneaker shop.  I’m talking about The Bodega in Bushwick.

Cesar and I live up the block from the Bushwick wine bar.  Not as convenient as a garden level bar in your building, a la How I Met Your Mother, and yet so close to home that it is easy to overlook.  We’ve only been there a handful of times to celebrate a birthday or Halloween, or to sporadically attend local loft tenants’ meetings.  Every time we go, though, one of us inevitably asks, “Why don’t we come here more often?”  The answer until now has been that for the price of two of their delicious imported or micro-brew beers, we could buy a six pack of Lagunitas IPA.  (That’s not to say the bar is over priced at all, though, as most pints cost $6-$11, which is totally reasonable in New York, and they’re even cheaper when they run Happy Hour specials.)

That reasoning goes out the window with their brunch service, however.  This morning we ate the brunch of all brunches, complete with a Bloody Geisha that will put your favorite Bloody Mary to shame.  I ordered the Drunken French toast: two giant fluffy slices of french toast topped with sugary brandy butter, candied bacon, and a grilled banana, garnished with incredibly fresh strawberries.  Cesar ordered the Eggs Bodega: eggs benedict with gravlax instead of ham (whoa), poached eggs and a grilled tomato.  I think we were both close to tears after the first bite.  Our drinks, two giant meals, and a side of potatoes came to $26.00.  And frankly, it tasted like a $60.00 meal.

So we will definitely be returning and we implore everyone capable of commuting to The Bodega to try their brunch.  It’s been in a test phase for a few weeks now, and it would be a tragedy if they discontinue it due to low attendance.


§ One Response to The Bodega

  • Bethany says:

    When your post was titled “Bodega,” I wondered if you were reading my mind.

    There is a tiny 1907 “garage” on the back of our property. Original brick – probably an old stable. Definitely too small to tuck in a truck. Nick and I have been calling it the Bodega since we bought the house.

    It has barn doors that open into the yard. We have dreams of opening up the barn doors and turning it into our very own wine bar… chalkboards and all!

    But the beer and wine served at our Bodega will truly be “on the house.” Just buy a plane ticket and we’ll take good care of you (though I can’t promise gravlax, principally because I don’t know what they are!).

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