In case you've been sitting on the edge of your seat wondering, we're settling in to the new neighborhood quite nicely. There have been a few rough patches—no hot water, freezing cold wind, and a blizzard—but overall I'm giving Williamsburg a "thumbs up." (Okay, Williamsburg, you can relax now.)
One of the things that Williamsburg has all over Dumbo is great restaurants. Years ago, when we first moved to Brooklyn, I had this idea that we'd find a great restaurant and go to it regularly and we'd be, well, duh, regulars. I love the image: you walk in on Friday after work and the bartender is already mixing your favorite cocktail, the one he's named after you.
Well, it never happened. One, there aren't so many restaurants in Dumbo, and two, the ones that are there never really inspired repeat visits. Except Vinegar Hill House, but they were always mobbed and didn't take reservations. And, if you know the Under-the-Bridge spouse AT ALL, you'll know that he doesn't abide that particular scenario.
Okay! Those days are over. Now, the only reason we haven't settled in to a "regular place" is that there are so many good places and we feel compelled to try them all. But there's one spot that's carving out a special place in my heart already: Cafe Colette.
We wandered in first for breakfast and I had, no exaggeration, the best omelet I've ever had. The egg was ribboned with fresh basil; nice ripe avocado was nestled inside with just the right-sized dollop of goat cheese, and a perfectly dressed salad finished off the plate. Oh! And a most delicious piece of whole grain toast. With a lovely pat of butter.
Ah, Cafe Colette! You had me. But then you topped it with a most wonderful coffee and—are you ready?—a bloody mary to die for. We ventured over the day after the blizzard and were so happy to find them open: a cozy lovely lunch in a cozy sweet cafe. So far, Cafe Colette, you are at the top of my list.
79 Berry Street