There are some places you eat every week. You can’t wait to go there; the food is good, AND you can afford it. Sarabeth’s on Central Park South is NOT one of those places.
The food is mesmerizing. The tastes invigorate your senses, the coffee wakens your soul and the atmosphere calms the food-induced excitement. But, it is not a place you can go every week for two reasons: the wait is long, and the food costs as much as it is worth, aka a lot.
So, when my mom came to visit me this past weekend I told her we HAVE to go to Sarabeth’s for brunch, because it is the best. In a classy establishment like this, the mimosas are not bottomless, but I wasn’t there to drink; I was there to eat, eat and eat some more.
Unfortunately, we had to wait in line for over an hour, but that is typical on a holiday weekend at 11:00 a.m, especially at Sarabeth’s. So, we waited outside with Central Park as our backdrop on a bright, crisp, sunny Sunday morning. The weather was the perfect mix of cool heat and we had no complaints, other than the fact that we were starving.
After waiting in a laboriously long line, we finally got seated. The waitress handed us our menus, and while I ordered coffee (because I am an addict), my mom ordered a five-flower mimosa made with their deliciously sweet five-flower juice.
I took one look at the menu and immediately had a problem; I had no idea what to order. After a minute or two of anxiety, I asked my mom what she was ordering. She, of course, asked me what I was thinking of ordering, and I told her I couldn’t decide between the coconut waffles or the spinach and goat cheese omelet.
This is another reason you come here with close friends and relatives, because they say things like, “Why don’t you get the omelet, and I will get the waffles, and we can share.”
Ding. Ding. Ding! Thank you mother, you read my mind.
So, we placed our order and waited anxiously for our food to arrive. It didn’t take long. Soon enough we were stuffing our faces with food sent from heaven.
The waffles were the perfect balance of crisp on the outside and fluffy on the inside. The omelet was the perfect balance of egg, cheese and spinach, and the combination was the perfect balance of health and indulgence, so neither of us felt too guilty about our order.
Needless to say, Sarabeth’s is one of my favorite places to eat brunch. It is the only place that a one-hour wait is worth it, and the only place where indulgence is expected.