There are two types of Manhattanites: the kind that ventures into the outer boroughs on occassion, and the kind that gasps in horror at the idea (‘What on earth is Williamsburg?!’). Proudly or in secret, both are making the trek over to this beloved Williamsburg saloon, Marlow & Sons. Some have even been known to come for afternoon oysters and stay for supper, even ‘til closing time; Marlow possesses that nest-like quality you never want to leave. The reasons why are seemingly endless: A hearty pulled pork sandwich, dressed with a tangy vinegar-barbecue sauce, the crostini that changes daily (we vividly recall recently relishing one with ricotta, honey and thyme), a moist and flavorful brick chicken. Save room for their tart of caramel and rich chocolate ganache, finished with a scattering of sea salt – it is truly nuts. And then there’s the atmosphere – with an operational general store in front that sells snacks and housewares to the tucked away and tiny restaurant area inside with its dark wood-paneled walls and milk-bottle lamps, you may just deem this your Brooklyn home away from Manhattan. Ask them about their craftsman-quality leather bags—they’re made of the same animals as your supper.
Marlow & Sons if I'm paying, but Eleven Madison Park if someone else is.
You can’t go wrong with a Manhattan, the brick chicken, and a slice of the caramel, chocolate, and sea salt tart for dessert.
I don't usually eat eggs, but when I do it's at Cafe Mogador or Marlow & Sons in Williamsburg.