Postino has brunch.
If it is the last thing you do, GO. And to be honest it really doesn’t matter what you get, it’s all pretty damn good.
I got the Country Toast. It’s the same bruschetta bread Postino usually uses, but with ham, dijonnaise, gruyere and an over easy egg. I swear it might be my new favorite thing for breakfast and that’s saying a lot.
And never mind the tomato relish on the side, to be honest I only had a bite. But it’s good too…there’s just no beating out that toast. The gruyere is cooked to the point that I’m calling cheese-charred: that point where it’s not quit burned but definitely over melted and cheese becomes better than just cheese. It’s why I go for the side pieces of lasagna.
Then there was strawberry French toast, again served on the bruschetta bread as the toast. I don’t know why I never thought to make French toast out of crusty bread, but I’ll never go back. For me the worst thing about French toast (ok, BAD French toast) is when it’s drenched in batter and sugar and becomes a badly cartelized, collapsed ball of sweet. I didn’t want a Krispy Kreme, I wanted French toast. That’s not a problem here. This was light and crunchy, not too candy-sweet and perfectly done.
Postino. Brunch. GO.