Over a crisp-on-the-outside, silky-on-the-inside toasted potato-Parmesan cake (standing in for an English muffin), he lays wisps of Mangalitsa ham, a runny egg and citrusy yuzu hollandaise. $13.
You’ll find a worthy a.m. offering in the Eggs Armadillo. This Texan Benedict twist features a poached egg quivering on a flaky buttermilk biscuit doused in rich sausage gravy. $5 per egg.
Ham crisp around the edges and just thick enough for some chewiness, while a toasted English muffin and a side of crunchy home fries help sop up the deluge of classic hollandaise and rich yolks. $18
While the East Village eatery also offers a classic version of the brunch staple, go for the crab-cake Benedict—seafood is the specialty of the house.
This Jamaican eatery hijacks huevos rancheros. Coconut milk added to a base of kidney beans. Crispy fried plantain strips, a pair of over-easy eggs and sliced avocado make it a meal. $12.
This textbook example of huevos rancheros arrives smothered in cool crema, mild ranchero sauce, and a shower of minced onion and cilantro. $12
A pair of perky fried eggs and three neat rectangles of queso fresco are perched on a crispy corn tortilla and a bed of cilantro-laced black beans. $18.
PB&J pain perdu. The chef's pillowy treat features a three-inch-thick wedge of Sullivan Street brioche stuffed with a swirl of creamy peanut butter and grape jam. $12.
Masa (ground cornmeal) from Tortilleria Nixtamal replaces most of the traditional flour. Maple syrup—smoked on-site—and ancho-spiked mole-poblano butter lend savory, spicy richness to the dish. $13.
uests watch cooks assemble creative variations such as a black-and-white pancake with vanilla and chocolate fondant ($10), and a savory pastrami-salmon twist that tops three buttermilk discs.
Those seeking the atmosphere of a bustling Hong Kong dim-sum palace will find it at this Chinatown stalwart. Arrive before 10am on weekends to beat the crowd and snag the freshest items.
Sceney West Village joint, where dumpling wizard Joe Ng turns out whimsical riffs on the classics. While not to everyone’s taste, the playful Katz’s pastrami egg roll is a novelty worth trying.
A scrum of Chinese families snakes out of this 450-seat Cantonese joint on weekends. Once you’re in, flag down waiters ferrying a procession of goodies coming out of the open kitchen
Berkshire pork belly, cured in-house with brown sugar and coriander, is smoked for six hours and divided into thick, salty slabs. Quebec cheddar and a crisp fried egg between slices of rye sourdough.
Chicken thighs and eggs and marvel as the gorgeous yolks gush into a powdery Orwasher’s roll. The juicy dark meat is offset by a zippy chimichurri sauce. $12.
This Irish-style gastropub does a roaring trade with East Village night owls, but come brunch time, it’s blissfully quiet—a windfall when you’re nursing a hangover. (Cheap)
A peaceful haven from Soho’s shopping-bag-toting hordes, this light-filled Nolita bar feels especially welcoming during daylight hours, when it’s scarcely populated and offers a neighborhood vibe.
Brunch purists may balk at the globe-trotting offerings at this airy Soho café, but for the rest of us, the multiculti dishes are a welcome departure from standard bacon-and-eggs fare.
Chef worked at the Meatball Shop and the Breslin before coming to this tiny LES eatery. Fatta Cuckoo excels at serving simple-yet-decadent twists on brunch fare like egg sandwiches and French toast.
