Half-baked biscuits. Mmmmm.... biscuits

Oh, Clinton Street Bakery how I love thee. With your inevitable 1.5+ hour long wait for weekend brunch, and small, no frills atmosphere, I still love thee. I'd wanted to go there for nearly 2 ½ years now, since my early days in NYC living in the LES but I never could make the wait. No matter the weekend, no matter the year (at least since summer of 2007, as that’s all I can confirm), there’s a herd of hipsters mingling around awaiting a table. Despite hearing rave reviews, I’d never been able to wait it out, it’s pretty hard in NYC, the city of “the brunch,” with hundreds of thousands of diverse and delicious restaurant options throughout the city, to be told to wait.

But, at Clinton Street, weekend, week-out people wait. They wait in little hungry herds of irony, from all over the city. Heck, I think even some of the good ole’ B&T get in on the waiting action.

But, yesterday, well yesterday I came with a plan. After we were granted with our estimated wait time (the ubiquitous and expected and inaccurate 1.5 hour) we headed down the street to Cocoa Bar for some coffee and chocolate while we hunkered down and waited out the wait.

To start my weekend off with a drink called the “Funky Monkey" and a dark chocolate/cherry/coconut piece of deliciousness, followed by a biscuit-infused brunch was, well, awesome.

A great rainy, chill autumn Saturday…