I finally eat the Sqirl Toast and Jam.
This isn’t the first time I’ve blogged about Sqirl. I eat their famous jams at home. Even try their baked goods and savory stuff at events. I’ve heard the hype and have been wanting to visit since they opened in 2012. But I admit, I am scared. I hear the space = tiny, the lines = long, the service = slow, the parking = a pain, the seating = limited, and the hipsters = intimidating.
My friend Diana psyches me up to go on a weekday for lunch, when everything is much more manageable.
Since it is my first time, I stick to the classics.
Well, not the coffee part – but definitely the toast.
This kinda put the Go Get Em Tiger Toast on Larchmont to shame.
Brioche – delicate, flaky and slightly charred/burnt on the edges. They slather it in house-made ricotta and Wild Blueberry Tarragon Preserves.
I obviously get a little snap happy. It’s all over my social media feeds, I even make it my Facebook Profile photo for a while.
Gloriously delicious, as was Diana’s dish – the Brown Rice Sorrel Pesto Bowl with Feta, Greens, Radish, and Bacon.
This food is worth facing your fears for.