A Mother of a Brunch

It was Mothers Day.  Schulte and Herr were booked despite our bright eyed start.  Kicked to the curb by Germanic circumstance.

Local 188, one of the hot mamas in the party suggested.

One breakfast paella and a few ricotta fritters later, we were sated.

Piping Hot at Piccolo

A favorite spot for years, under a variety of chefs and owners. Always small, always informed Italianesque, always good. Clean and nice. 

She assented to a splash of Campari in my prosecco mimosa…


Frittata or carbonera?  Opted for the egginess…  With a side of brussels. 


All in all pretty good. But not perfect. Oh well.