Brunch is easily the most disproportionately priced meal of the day, commanding high prices for food that someone like myself can make at home. I met up with a friend at 7A, an East Village diner, for a late lunch. Outside, there was a large group of the young locals waiting for a table to clear up. Once inside, the crowd triples in density, and you’ll need to be careful not to bump into or stumble over something on your way to a seat. Caritas and I took advantage of the brunch menu, which was available until 6pm. Over the Top 40 tracks pumping through the speakers, I asked for the Roasted Pepper Benedict ($14). The brunch special included coffee and an alcoholic drink. Not a terrible price.
The poached eggs arrived layered on top of Canadian bacon. Topping it all was a roasted red pepper hollandaise sauce. It would have been acceptable if not for the tough English muffin it all rested on. The eggs spent too much time being cooked, and overall the meal was dismal. There was a side of home fries, salted and fried appropriately but nothing to write home about.
The coffee, refilled by the attentive waiter, continued the sub-par trend. I asked for a screwdriver, which was probably the high point of the entire meal (thought that’s not saying much).
The clientele at 7A primarily consists young, hip, and attractive East Villagers that contribute to the turbulently noisy atmosphere. Adding to that is the equally rambunctious staff, two of whom happened to be in the middle of a friendly wrestling match the entire hour. The food at 7A is probably best enjoyed while slightly intoxicated, and I sensed the hungover customers were aware of that. 7A isn’t for everyone, but if it sounds like your ideal type of hangover cure, you’re in luck; 7A is open all 24 hours of the day.