jones wood foundry

At this point, it's safe to assume you're aware of my love of brunch. You may not yet know, however, how ridiculously sentimental I am. In addition to "freaking out," I've also been spending my limited amount of time left appreciating every one and every thing so gosh darn much I might as well miss them/it already. It's a so-good-it's-bad kind of issue. Six weeks ago, I thought I had all of it covered when I reflected on why I'm so glad to call the U.S.A home, but I forgot one very important meal that although served abroad, is not quite as understood in significance as it is here... especially in New York. Yes, I am still talking about brunch.

My former neighborhood in the city, Yorkville, has more than a handful of amazing brunch spots. One of the best is definitely Jones Wood Foundry though. This "food driven pub""represents the best of time-honored British culinary traditions." And, they make one hell of a mimosa. It's one of the few places I return to time and time again, at any hour of the day. You can see a photo from their cozy bar here and another from their cool bathroom here.

[Scrambled Eggs & Smoked Salmon: chives & toasted pumpernickel]

[Eggs Benedict: English muffin, poached egg, hollandaise, spinach & bacon]

As much as I'd love to return to my beloved Jones Wood Foundry again soon, I only have two more weekends to enjoy brunch so I'll be venturing elsewhere. This Saturday, for instance, I expect to wake up on the Upper West Side. Why? My Bon Voyage party is tomorrow. Myself and about 50 of my best friends and family will be celebrating at a bar that can otherwise be described as "a monstrous shrine to frat culture and preppy nostalgia." It is sure to be a night of countless American-based aspects I'll be missing in Paris, too. I really hope I don't cry.