![]() ![]() Sunday in Brooklyn is a better brunch spot than it is a dinner restaurant, but it doesn’t really matter. Dinner is more limited - your choices are a somewhat forgettable chicken or steak or some much weirder, much better stuff like pastrami-cured cod and sea trout in potato broth and hot buns stuffed with oyster cream. Sunday In Brooklyn does a great brunch, serving grain bowls and matcha lattes for those who just went to their hot yoga studio that’s morally opposed to showers, and patty melts and Bloody Marys for those who did too good of a job reenacting their college glory days last night. It’s the kind of place where people would go even if the food was hot garbage. All of these things - plus a killer playlist and very friendly, unpretentious staff - make Sunday in Brooklyn an enjoyable place for brunch and dinner. There’s lots of natural light during the day, white marble tabletops, and flowery china that looks like it came from a garage sale upstate. It’s a great space, with exposed beams, a wood burning oven, and a big, nice bar. ![]() But, judging by the crowd of people that also includes plenty of Courtneys and Kevins, Sunday in Brooklyn is a place pretty much anyone would want to hang out. Sure, it feels like a place that people named Anton and Liza would hang out. I mean, these people named their restaurant Sunday in Brooklyn.īut despite its name, and a space that feels like an amalgamation of every aspirational interior you’ve ever seen on Instagram, Sunday In Brooklyn actually isn’t as ridiculous as you might think. We can see them coming up with marketing archetypes like “Anton” and “Liza,” Williamsburg/Bushwick/Greenpoint people who wear big floppy hats inside, have part-time jobs as models for a cruelty-free leather clog company, and frequent warehouse parties that don’t start until 5am. The team sitting around a table doing word maps about the kind of people they hoped would eat here. You can imagine the meetings that produced Sunday in Brooklyn.
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