BRAEBURN.

Since I'm on this sudden blogging frenzy, I might as well catch up on some old blog posts that, for no reason in particular, never made it into the cyber world.

A few weeks ago, I dined at Braeburn - a casual, dimly-lit restaurant in the West Village that basks in a quiet elegance. I wasn't feeling particularly hungry that evening so I decided to order two appetizers for my meal.


The Poached & Panko Crusted Farm Egg was a delight to look at. Cutting into the light, crispified-egg white revealed a rich flow of yolk that covered the Jerusalem artichoke hash. The parmesan foam served to reference and enrich the delicateness of the egg.


The Roasted Beet Salad was mixed with small cubes of Braeburn apples (an ode to the restaurant's namesake), spicy walnuts, and served over a thick smear of goat cheese fondue. A perfect mix of earthy and creamy, bitter and sweet, crunchy and smooth.


To finish off our meal, we shared the warm Braeburn Apple Cobbler, which was topped with a crumbly brown sugar streusel and cinnamon ice cream. A cozy, comfortable, and delicious way to end the evening.

The Braeburn is a lovely restaurant. To enhance your evening, be sure to seat yourself at the bar and chat it up with the friendly bartenders. They offer some of the best advice. And often have some of the best stories.