When: Sunday, around 1:30 p.m. Brunch is served Saturday and Sunday until 2 p.m., so I just made it!
Level of hangover: Moderate. I'd say a solid 4 on a scale of 1-10. I imbibed in many glasses of wine with the parents the night before.
The soak: This was my second brunch at Ama Ama (the only two meals I've had since chef Jared Wentworth of Quinn's came aboard in November), and I didn't have to travel far; I live just two blocks away. The afternoon I arrived, the streets were covered with snow and ice and the restaurant was packed with locals who presumably left their cars at home and found shelter in this warm neighborhood oasis. A giant wreath hung on the back wall and a Christmas tree in the front offered welcoming light to freezing passersby. It was at this point that Ama Ama solidified itself in my book as a serious neighborhood hangout. I have to admit, I am slowly, unabashedly falling in love. And when people ask when I knew I was officially head-over-heels about Ama Ama, I am simply going to utter three simple words: Bacon Bloody Mary.
The way to my boyfriend's soul, however, is a nice cold PBR. And that, my friends, is the basis for The Blue Ribbon Breakfast ($9.95): home fries, 2 eggs your way, and the meat of your choice. On this occasion, it was over easy and lamb:
I ordered the Huevos Rancheros ($8.95): crispy (sort of) corn tortillas with scrambled eggs, chorizo, salsa verde, and avocado topped with cotija cheese. It was delicious, and I would have ordered seconds, but it's unladylike when your appetite outweighs your boyfriend's 3 to 1. Success of the soak: More successful than I had expected. The food and cheery atmosphere made me thankful for the snow and even more thankful that I have a brag-worthy bistro so close to home.
Here's to Ama Ama and a wonderfully long courtship (and more bacon-infused morning cocktails) in '09!