Long ago (it was sometime after the dinosaurs, but before 2008) we made you a
promise.
If we ever came across anything that contained bacon and/or bourbon-syrup pancakes and/or pitcher-sized Bloody Marys, we’d let you know.
Well, today, we’re honoring our oath.
Welcome the Pop-Up Brunch at Egg & Dart, a new fete that embraces the magic of the most important meal of the day—check that, week—taking reservations now for every Sunday through the end of the summer.
Yes, Egg & Dart. Still looks like one of those serene, whitewashed temples on the coast of Santorini. Except on Sunday. Then it looks like one of those serene, whitewashed temples on the coast of Santorini where you can get good miniature eggs Benedict with short rib and quail egg (you know the type).
So from now until football starts happening, you’ll end every week at this pop-up dedicated to all of brunch’s besotted, bacon-laden, bottomless-bubbly glory. And then start every week with a personal day.
Best practices here: roll in around noon with a group of well-heeled/absolutely starving Design District types. Begin with some cocktail pitchers, finish with some king salmon wrapped in puff pastry (think pescatarian pig in a blanket), and in between, partake in the complimentary buckets of cornbread and candied bacon that are left on the table.
Yes, we said buckets.
If we ever came across anything that contained bacon and/or bourbon-syrup pancakes and/or pitcher-sized Bloody Marys, we’d let you know.
Well, today, we’re honoring our oath.
Welcome the Pop-Up Brunch at Egg & Dart, a new fete that embraces the magic of the most important meal of the day—check that, week—taking reservations now for every Sunday through the end of the summer.
Yes, Egg & Dart. Still looks like one of those serene, whitewashed temples on the coast of Santorini. Except on Sunday. Then it looks like one of those serene, whitewashed temples on the coast of Santorini where you can get good miniature eggs Benedict with short rib and quail egg (you know the type).
So from now until football starts happening, you’ll end every week at this pop-up dedicated to all of brunch’s besotted, bacon-laden, bottomless-bubbly glory. And then start every week with a personal day.
Best practices here: roll in around noon with a group of well-heeled/absolutely starving Design District types. Begin with some cocktail pitchers, finish with some king salmon wrapped in puff pastry (think pescatarian pig in a blanket), and in between, partake in the complimentary buckets of cornbread and candied bacon that are left on the table.
Yes, we said buckets.
