If you made me pick just a few restaurants to eat at for eternity, Down House would make that list. So that’s why when the majority of the Brunch Klub passed on the Down House brunch plans for more rest pre-Free Press Summer Fest, I did not hit the snooze button. I rallied a (much smaller) group and we headed for the Heights.
As we passed 18th and Yale at around 10:30, our hearts sank. Literally people were waiting outside for a seat at a table. AHhhhhahHAHAhhahhh. Life sucks.
I knew the brunch was going to be popping (hence the early start) but gosh, a 45 minute wait? NOT ABOUT DAT. We bellied up to the bar, obvi priority No. 1. There are three cocktail tables and at that moment one had people getting up. Dis brunch doh.
Table. Check. Drink. Almost. (So, spoiler I might have cheated).
My well-seasoned Down House friend recommended the iced mocha (made with ghirardelli chocolate) and I drank it so fast it hurt (whoops). Probably the best thing I’ve ever had.
The menu was great! Russian pancakes, chicken and waffles, breakfast tacos (bc, duh), and your standard eggs and home fries.
Gorge yourself on food pix now.