I did it. I made it to the blogger holy Mecca of NYC – Jack’s Wife Freda. In case you live in a cave, let me explain. This is THE place to be for brunch. And if you don’t Instagram it, it may as well not have happened, because really, why else even go? We’re all just eating for the Insta anyways. Don’t deny it.
In honor of my last day of work and my new job, and my co-worker Courtney’s new job, our whole team (3 of us + my former boss) decided to go out for an elaborate farewell lunch extravaganza and headed to the Jack’s Wife Freda Lafayette St. location in SoHo for our soon-to-be 3 hour lunch. Even at lunchtime on a Friday, the wait for a table was a while, about 30 minutes all said and done. It was a billion degrees, so we hid out under a nearby awning in the shade and waited for our table to be ready.
Once seated, it was still a billion degrees because the doors open onto the sidewalk and the air conditioner looked like it was older than I was. (Sidenote: why run the air when the whole front of the restaurant is open? Beats me.) We sat down, Courtney and I obviously ordered cocktails because, well because why not – we both opted for the Pimm’s cup, a take on the traditional British favorite. It was really, really lemon-y and delicious. (It also didn’t hurt that it was served by our extremely attractive and charismatic Australian waiter.)
On to the the main, and most important, event: the food. I was really struggling to pick between breakfast and lunch, but ended up going wit the Prego roll – Portuguese skirt steak on a fluffy bun, topped with delicious garlic butter and served up with a side of french fries. The steak was a nice and tender and the garlic butter was so good that I’m pretty sure I could eat it on anything. The only downside was that it was gone so fast, but then I happily munched on the crispy and perfectly-salted french fries.
Since it was a celebration after all, we decided to order the spiced cheesecake to split. And, in an embarrassing and thoughtful turn of events, my co-workers decided to lie and tell the waiter it was my birthday. So, out came the cheesecake, candle and all, and a endearingly tone-deaf rendition of happy birthday. After getting over my embarrassment, we dug into the cheesecake and it was delicious. Perfect consistency and well-seasoned – it almost tasted like a chai latte where you get the cinnamon, nutmeg, etc. but aren’t overwhelmed by the spiciness.
Everyone in the restaurant had ordered the special juice of the day – watermelon. It looked so good that one our way out we ordered a glass, and took it to go. Really refreshing and perfect for the hot August day. Plus it came in one of their signature cups, making another Instagram-worthy photo opp. Who can complain about that?