Speak of brunch with an old friend, Julia, rustled up the memory of Les Enfants Terribles on Canal. Last winter, I pulled on skinny jeans, boots- a slinky sweater and negotiated the N train to Canal. A slight pang of hunger acted as a catalyst for my curiosity of the tired light sifting through Les Enfants. Eggs Benedict with Salmon pulled me through the doors, where I took a seat at the bar.
There is a colonial Africa twist on the cuisine of frites and rich sauces. The cocktails were vibrantly refreshing- not typical of a Winter month, but well-suited. I listened to the low voices of a Polish couple. I watched a man film a low-budget video across the dining room.