There is no better way to start a lazy weekend day then waiting until about 11 to be productive. Brunch baby! I love breakfast, I just really hate getting up for it, and therefore you can understand why I love brunch. It’s like I am cheating on breakfast with lunch, but it’s masquerading as breakfast. We headed to
Eastern Market for just such a
thing on Saturday. Under the
constructional eves of scaffolding sits Washington DC Montmartre. As you step in it’s as if you are silently
transported into the kitchen of a chic house in the French countryside. Large wooden tables are scattered through out
the dinning room with an open kitchen peering at you from the corner. We quickly got a table for three and sat down
to a round of bloody marys (a staple for my brunch as I am allergic to
oranges). Brunch is served on the weekends
here from 10:30-3, a perfect time frame if you ask me. The three of us ordered Eggs Benedict, two
with smoked salmon, mine with prosciutto.
It was creamy, rich, and perfectly textured. I would personally thank both the inventors
of Eggs Benedict and Hollandaise sauce, but oddly enough there are debates on
both fronts, so I will just take this moment to thank the chicken, for without
her there would be no egg to make either.
Montmartre was a great way to start my
week in DC.