Antlers, antlers and more antlers. Taxidermy behind glass. Stuffed animal heads. Worn mirrors mounted askew. A pint glass jam-packed with dark purple cala lilies, so dark that they're just this side of black.
Of course I'm talking about Freeman's Alley, one of the most popular places in New York to see hipsters in their natural habitat. (Obligatory hard-to-find entrance pictured above).
Sitting with a very stylish Southern gentleman friend across the table, brunch drinks at our side, we spotted all the urban bohemian Sunday standards: frayed skinny jeans falling off a cast of entitled men and women, vintage plaid shirts, wildly expensive sunglasses, pairs and pairs of worn Chuck Taylors, a handful of unfortunate bow ties, a series of ratty t-shirts emblazoned with irony, a blur of hats, distressed thrift store dresses, artful tattoos, and the occasional hoodie graced with a Paul Frank monkey.
Not exactly an appetizing environment. Yet, the menu ultimately drew me in. Our shared app of Artichoke Dip was a bubbly, decadent, gooey mess of fat-filled goodness. It made my entree of Poached Eggs with Grilled Tomato and Cheese Grits practically pointless. After a bite or two, it was. But, that said, the bite or two was marvelous.
Then again, everything tastes better surrounded by antlers, taxidermy, stuffed animal heads and hipsters. Doesn't it?
Freeman's makes a killer Dark n Stormy, too!
Posted by: typingelbow | April 21, 2009 at 12:49 PM