Last Sunday, Boyfriend and I returned rather early to the city from the “birthday weekend“. Perfect for me, because that meant Sunday Brunch! 😀
It was another beautiful spring day, so we took the opportunity to walk to our brunching destination. Tarrant’s Cafe is located on Broad Street, only a few blocks away from Boyfriend’s digs. We’ve been there for dinner and lunch–both enjoyable–but never for brunch…until NOW. It has an old fashioned pharmacy feel upon entering (probably because it used to be one), but it transitions into old elegance as you progress past the bar. White brick walls, dark wood floors, and skylights make this restaurant a cozy, yet proper establishment.
|Angel fork? (There was a skylight above our table.)
The pancakes themselves had *blueberries* ohthankgoodness. They were slightly spongy and more flappy than cakey. But with so many blueberries and some seriously good syrup, I easily overlooked this flaw. Tarrant’s flapjacks didn’t take the cake, but they made for a satisfying meal. And I think I pretty much ate them all. No surprise there.
Hmm this is an interesting one. THESE (to right) are the biscuits we were given before our meal came out. I think they are best described as cinnamon streusel yeast rolls. They were a nice surprise, but not really a “biscuit”. I’m giving two bonus points for creativity and for giving us something before the meal. As far as real biscuits, I don’t think I actually saw one…do they exist?
No gravy and biscuits for Boyfriend He ended up going the lunch route and ordered a meatball sub with a side of onion straws. He seemed uncomfortably full on the walk back, so I have to think he was still satisfied with the meal.