New Cafe for The Heights
Brooklyn Heights Blog has the scoop (and the photos) on the latest addition to the neighborhood’s culinary scene: A cute spot called the Iris cafe opened yesterday at 20 Columbia Place in Willowtown. Anyone tried it yet? Willowtown’s Iris Cafe – the Photos! [BHB] GMAP
Brooklyn Heights Blog has the scoop (and the photos) on the latest addition to the neighborhood’s culinary scene: A cute spot called the Iris cafe opened yesterday at 20 Columbia Place in Willowtown. Anyone tried it yet?
Willowtown’s Iris Cafe – the Photos! [BHB] GMAP
I don’t know, benson. I AM extraordinarily nice, but we might argue. It could get ugly. It’s not that I don’t get and somewhat agree with your point about the elitism of putting down “fiberama” renovation. But at the same time, I do not think restoring a building to something close to its original design equals a bankruptcy in contemporary architecture. But a free lunch, hmmm .. .
Nomi;
No problem. You seem like a nice person. Yes, let’s have lunch at the cafe. I’ll treat!
I will confess that, although I realized, after reading other comments, that you were probably making a dig at Mr. B for his historic bent, I DID also think you were nastily mocking a new cafe. An efficient twofer. Can you blame me?
Ooo, I thought you’d tell me to lighten up. That was as light as I get.
But we should meet sometime. Over coffee and 19th century patina.
I love the word patina. It covers everything from the green stuff on copper to the worst grime. At least I like to call grime patina. Oh, that encrusted food on your “clean” plate? People pay a lot of money for that kind of patina . . . . .
Nomi;
Oh for Pete’s sake, lighten up. I didn’t put down this place at all. I made an offhanded remark that was directed at Mr. B. and his aesthetic sensisibility. My point was that he would call anything cute as long as it had some type of 19th century patina.
I’m glad you liked the place, and I wish the owners all the best.
OK all you arm chair naysayer boobs (benson). I went to this cafe today. Yep, went out of my way and spent part of my modest allowance on lunch there just so that I could report back with some actual facts instead of idle nasty speculation.
Happily, it was really nice.
For the record, the walls had no resemblance to an accumulation of farts. Of course, as that’s not really a literal description, I suppose that someone very poetic in a dark twisted way, could disagree. But I don’t think we normal people would ever think of an accumulation of farts when looking at the walls I saw today.
More importantly, the service was friendly and efficient. The owner, or, at least, the woman I took to be an owner, was indeed a twenty-something, or looked like one. But this is not a case of a couple of know-nothing 20-somethings opening a cafe. The food was far too good for that.
I got the Proper Egg Salad, which normally comes as a sandwich, but since I’m trying to stay away from bread right now, she made it into a salad for me. “Proper” here means that they make the egg salad to order. Yeah — she made my egg salad from eggs that had just been hard boiled about 15 minutes earlier, placed on fresh greens with tomatoes — RED tomatoes — and topped it with the dijon mayo that would have been on the sandwich and added some olive oil. It was lovely. Turns out I couldn’t hold out with the no bread thing and in the end asked for the bread that would have normally come with a salad. I had a good sized piece of a multi-grained baguette with butter. Yum.
And I had a cup of coffee. They serve Stumptown coffee. So, anyone who follows the coffee world, will know the coffee was good.
Yes, I know I sound like a stock holder or something. I’m not. I just want to remind people that this place is someone’s dream, most likely a dream that took a lot of work, money and agita to make happen. Putting it down so cavalierly BEFORE even going there . . . that hurts.
It’s hard to get good help anymore, antidope 🙂
wow, the lady of the house is going off on the butler today.
Cute cafe.