Brunch comes with different expectations in Scotland than it does in America. They're looking for a lot of fried meats, eggs, maybe some beans and vegetables. As an American with a hardcore sweet tooth, I'm looking for something different. It's not always easy to find. For me, TriBeCa is the pot of gold at the end of my Scottish brunch rainbow.
All those things that Scottish people are looking for, yeah, they have that. But they also have gorgeous, fluffy giant pancakes, beautiful waffles and French toast, and crispy candied bacon by the pile. It's the most authentically American brunch place I've found in this country.
Geoff and I did actually split the difference and order according to our respective countries of origin. He went for the Manhattan Grand Slam which I'm not sure anyone from Manhattan would actually eat, but it was exactly what he wanted. Just look at all that food, man.
While I was tempted to go for a giant breakfast with a bit of everything, I knew that was overly ambitious, so I opted for the Original Brooklyn, which is a big ass stack of beautiful pancakes with a side of candied streaky bacon, which you can see is not skimpy. I really appreciate them bringing me a proper amount of maple syrup. They get it here. That's why I can't wait to get back.
Looking at the menu, TriBeCa might seem a bit expensive, but the portions are huge and the quality is great. It's an excellent weekend treat. It's totally worth it. No one has yet been able to top this breakfast experience for me. So, when can we get back?