Sunday, 1 February 2015

Breakfast at Bubby's High Line, NYC

A walk along the High Line is a great way to build up your appetite for a big American breakfast. I explored it early one morning, and in mid-winter with the trees bare it was a breath taking and eerie sight. I wandered slowly down the 1.45 mile stretch occasionally stopping to take in the sights from its unusual position above the traffic, as well as appreciating the public displays of art littered along the way. 

If you walk south along the disused elevated freight rail line - now converted into a public park - at the end you'll reach Bubby’s diner, sittings there waiting to welcome you with its bottomless mugs of coffee and home-made “fries".

I warmed my hands up on a mug while choosing from the all-American menu which claims to use locally sourced ingredients. The menu covered all the basics, waffles, pancakes, huevos rancheros, house-cured bacon and bagels.  

I had my eye on the sourdough pancakes made with a  starter from 1890, Klondike, Candada, but at the last minute I went for a classic eggs benedict with farm eggs, house-cured Canadian bacon, homemade English muffin, and home fries – which are actually fried potatoes not chips to us Brits.

Glancing around while I waited for my order, there were only a handful of mid-week breakfast stragglers at 10am, but Bubby’s has a nice relaxed vibe, with a wooden bar, as well as a separate ice cream soda bar near the entrance, manned by staff wearing traditional white paper hats.

When my eggs benedict arrived, it was monumental in size, as I have now come to expect on my visits to the USA. And while the house-cured bacon, was most definitely ham, it was sweet and succulent which stood out through the creamy hollandaise which I find usually drowns out any ham, salmon or spinach when I eat this dish.

And what is it with Americans and their obsession with potatoes for breakfast? I don’t understand it, but I’m not really complaining, as they were fried in onions with crisp sweet edges, but it did mean I didn’t eat another meal for the rest of the day.

Corner of Gansevoort and Washington Streets