You know that rare feeling when you walk into a restaurant and everything just works? The ambiance, the decor, the service and the food all meld together perfectly and just being there puts you in a better mood? This was yesterday for me. A crazy torrential storm on a Sunday makes most people, myself included, unmotivated and tempted to stay in all day. Luckily, I bypassed that mentality and made my way to Trenchermen, my new favorite restaurant. The minute I walked in, I was a fan. White subway tiles, candles, a dark mahogany bar and vintage white curtains adorn the cozy and classically cool space.
I started with an epic Bloody Mary garnished with pickled vegetables and salami. I am pretty sure that I can’t pull off using the word epic but I am trying to be as cool as Trenchermen.
My counterpart and I split the pretzel cinnamon roll as an appetizer. Initially, I was a bit disappointed that the cinnamon roll was not adorned with the gooey white icing that makes a cinnamon roll a cinnamon roll, however, upon tasting it, I quickly changed my mind. I haven’t tasted the infamous cronut yet, but I felt that this cinnamon roll was a better version of one. Light, flaky, decadent. Amazing. Have you ever tasted anything with a streusel topping that was not epic? Am I pulling it off yet?
The waitress recommended the corned beef benedict, which made her the best waitress in the world. I am not typically a benedict person but consider me converted. Remember earlier when I mentioned everything melding together perfectly? This dish was case in point. I typically attribute corned beef to a sandwich at a Jewish deli on rye bread. This corned beef was more tender than my arm after a flu shot and it was adorned by perfectly poached eggs, a sauce that was hollandaise’s sophisticated older brother and roasted pieces of eggplant instead of hash browns. I will be dreaming about this benedict for years to come, or at least until next weekend when I plan on going for brunch and dinner on the same day.