Prime Meats

Ah, a Sunday trip out to hipsterland, otherwise known as Brooklyn. This specific foodie adventure was lead by Gwen and inspired by an article in NY Mag. After dodging the cute white couples with tick-like spawn either strapped to their bodies or being pushed in strollers, we made out way down Court St. to Prime Meats. We were there breakfast sandwich. There was about a 30 minute wait so I settled in with a wonderfully poured Greyhound - yum! Thanks bartender, you helped me handle the screaming child right behind us. On one particular unnerving high note, my handle instinctively shook my tumble resulting in my companion later wondering if I had M.S. - no, just nerve rattles set off by the shrill of unhappy children forced to suffer confinement in a nice restaurant when sunshine and the outdoor beckon.

We got our seats and ordered the sandwich and a red cabbage salad. The sandwich does not come like shown above, like most food. The biscuit was the best I've had in the city - wonderfully firm yet mildly light with the perfect moisture and light crunch outer crust. DEVINE! But scrambled eggs don't work as well with this particularly when slightly overcooked. The bacon was thick-cut but barely enough on there to even be considered a whole slice. They even skimped on the cheddar cheese which almost was indiscernible in the mix. The salad was flavorless and oily; I had to add lots of pepper to bring in an edge to cut the sharp oil & vinegar coating. But the biscuits - I'd come back for those!