Under the guise of intellectual discussion, a group of us recently met in German Village for our monthly book club brunch. April’s novel was Where Did You Go Bernadette, a riveting tale about an eccentric, missing person…at least according to Amazon, because that is as far as I got into the book. Insert a sheepish emoji here, you know the one.
These ladies are a forgiving bunch, so I got a pass this time around, which was fortunate as I’ve been dying to try out April’s brunch spot:
Back when The Sycamore first opened, Alexis attempted to go for dinner, but had a snafu with her call-ahead attempt and was chased out by an enormous crowd. Because of this experience, I was nervous we’d have trouble getting a table on Saturday (the only day they do brunch). This fear was quickly allayed, because apparently, everyone else was still in bed or too hungover to cope. We waltzed right in and had our pick of seating.
The interior’s motif is somewhat industrial, but there are cozy little touches that exude a warm and friendly feel. I was a big fan of the exposed brick, bulbous light fixtures, and this random guy who stared at me the entire time:
The brunch menu is short, but they do a good job covering the bases (look, Thom! Sports references!). If you’re not feeling it, no worries, you can still order from the regular menu.
There were four of us, so we managed to get 80% of the brunch offerings. I ordered the sausage and gravy because I am sucker for buttermilk biscuits. Well, all carbs in general.
The star of this plate was a magical potato hash. The diced peppers were so spicy that my face was sweating, and I had to constantly put out the flames with a gulp of water (always a good sign).
Everyone else seemed to enjoy their meals as well. Here is some food porn for your reference:
After satiating our hunger pangs and not really talking about the book, we skipped outside to loiter about. It was one of those days when it finally felt like spring. German Village was in full bloom:
Can we talk about how excellent MINIs are? I’ve had mine for five blissful months, and the novelty has not worn off in the slightest. It’s like driving a zippy little go-cart with Big Ben as the speedometer:
These are perfect for the narrow streets of German Village, and even I can shatter stereotypes (being both Asian and a woman) by parallel parking with the best of them–just don’t ask me to do it in a regular-sized car. I don’t know how this turned into a MINI Cooper infomercial, but somebody owes me a residual payment for all of the free marketing I just did.
I guess my original point was the sheer character of German Village. Where else do you find rainbow MINIs? The same place you find amazing brunch.
The Sycamore is located at 262 E. Sycamore Street, Columbus. Parking is on street. Open Monday through Thursday 4p-Midnight (kitchen closes at 11p). Friday 4p-1a (kitchen closes at midnight). Saturday from 11a-1a (kitchen closes at midnight, and this the only day you can get brunch). Closed Sunday. They do not take reservations, but you can call ahead to put your name on the list within one hour of your arrival.