More than a month ago, as the last New York summer of my youth was drawing to a close, I wanted to have one more bottomless brunch -- and who better to go with than my best friend in high school, S.H.? Times have changed -- we went to different colleges, and see each other not nearly as often as we would like -- but this was what I wanted for my Last Brunch.
We were originally trying to go to some French place, but we got started late, and it closed early, so we found ourselves at Cafe Cortadito. Again, this was more than a month ago, so this entry will be disappointingly short and unfunny, but the key points that I remember are:
1) CLUB MUSIC. Club music was BLASTING the entire time, setting a mood entirely at odds with a peaceful Sunday morning and the entire institution at brunch. Like, the kind of music whose intros make you want to do jump up and do shots. It was funny and then it was annoying and then it was funny again.
2) The mimosas were potent, but came in very slender glasses. This place can get you drunk, but you have to work quickly. I think the food was good? Again, this was a while ago, so I don't quite remember.
3) When we left, S.H. left by jumping out of the window onto the sidewalk.
Goodbye, New York!
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