Sunday Brunch in Chelsea
Sunday morning with a visit to the art galleries. Sunday morning with a walk along the Highline. Nostalgic Sunday morning of contemplation at the Chelsea Hotel. Sunday morning of fashion with frantic shopping at the MeatPacking District. Pleasantly following advice to brunch at Tipsy Parson. When times are tough, even New Yorkers tend to eat at home and go out less. But what happens when two imaginative restaurant owners in the trendiest quarter of the Big Apple decide to transform their restaurant into a cozy, welcoming place like certain Southern houses? What happens is that the place is always full. Although neither Tasha Gibson nor Julie Wallach are originally from Georgia or Louisiana, they had the bright idea to create a fantasy in perfect Dixieland style, and also the aromas and flavors that actually feed certain fantasies. Indeed the food is as nostalgic as the décor, firmly anchored below the Mason-Dixon Line. The aperitifs at the bar are exactly what a Carolina lady might prepare of a Sunday morning after church. Shrimps and figs, wrapped in bacon, pinned with a toothpick and covered in a bourbon sauce. What can I say, the result is “comfortable” and rustic.
Mrs. Wallach certainly isn’t the queen of casseroles, but here a rough generosity reigns, with no girly frills. Her cooking certainly won’t impress you, but you’ll be ever so heartened by her food.
156 Ninth Ave (212)-620-4545