Roberta’s. Brunch.

I don’t know if it’s the all about the adventure, the amazingly rustic atmosphere, the incredibly friendly (and good-looking) staff or just the down right cravable food, but we have been finding ourselves waking up on Saturday mornings with Roberta’s on the brain. You see, their brunch simply wins every single time.

On our last go-round, we piled the table with a couple of pizzas, a corn salad, the oft-declared “best” soft scrambled eggs ever, heavenly huge cornmeal pancakes, a pork chop (whoa!), a glass of Nero d’Avola and their superbly crafted and spiced Bloody Mary. Brunch. Roberta’s. East Williamsburg. You’ll be happy you did.

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