Brunch at Red Gravy
We don’t really ‘do brunch’ all that often, because a) who wants to wake up before noon on the weekends b) who wants to wake up before noon on the weekends to spend over an hour out on the street waiting for a table and c) ugh, eggs.
But if it’s at a blessedly un-sceney spot, that serves until three, is spacious enough to accommodate all interested parties, and doesn’t go the obligatory omelet, benedict and challah french toast route, then yes, even we can understand the appeal.
