Behind that two slightly insulting words, hides a great (maybe a bit hippster-ish) restaurant with loads of tender and juicy meat in the middle of Williamsburg.
Sunday = lazyday. Brunch on a Sunday noon
is one of the best things I can imagine. Probably the best place for having brunch is Berlin
with its buffets, where you can’t decide what to pick and in the end
you basically end up trying everything. Here in NYC (and maybe the US?!) it is
slightly different.
