Brunch never fails to give me the warm fuzzies because I love breakfast and I love the idea of having my favorite breakfast fare for lunch on a lazy Sunday morning. Brunch also means that waking up early is never in the equation (unless it’s some 100 kilometers or more away). So yay for R who made reservations at Marseilles for BRUNCH before the matinée showing of Green Day’s American Idiots at St. James Theatre on 44th St.
Marseille at the Theatre district is the quintessential brasserie, the menu predominantly French with some Italian, Greek and Moroccan influence thrown in.
The group shared 2 starters. The duck liver mousse topped with a rhubarb gelee was heavenly when spread on grilled bread.
For some reason, I can’t remember how the goat cheese tarte fared – must be ordinary.
The breads however were wonderful.
I chose Portobello Tartine mainly because I just cannot resist Portobello mushrooms and I’d always hear about Swiss chard but am not really sure what they are and if I can find them in my neck of the woods. Despite how it looked, which was kind of a mess, I was happy with my choice. All the flavors were a great harmonious blend.
I also liked the Jumbo lump crabmeat dish of J. Endives has always been a top choice because it never fails to liven up a dish with its refreshing, crunchy leaves while the mustard vinaigrette gave a wonderful kick to the dish.
Not a knock out was C’s Poached Egg’s Provencal. The ratatouille didn’t blow me away, it was not a total failure, it just seemed average. I wasn’t sure if the poached eggs were able to elevate the dish or not. I didn’t get that far into the dish because it wasn’t mine to start with. 🙂
The restaurant, being a top fave of many in the theater district, was busy that the service was quite slow. We were getting anxious waiting for our food as we do have a show to catch.
To make up for the slow service, the staff gave everyone a glass of Cava Mimosa on the house. Nice touch… now how do you give a bad rating for that? I’m not sure though if that was enough to make up for not having our dessert. Probably not, if you ask someone with a sweet tooth like me.