The Fat Radish

Andrew took me to The Fat Radish for brunch - a gastropub on the lower east side that takes its vegetables as seriously as its meats. We did not see a lot of the beautiful people as described by Amelia Lester in the New Yorker, but perhaps that was because we were there at 11:30am on a Sunday morning - too early for the fabulous peeps. Sunday brunch doesn't really start until 1pm in NYC anyway. We did dine with a lot of hipsters all dressed in the obligatory wool beanies (worn erect, just so there's a bit of room at the very top, and not slouchy which would be soooooooo 2009), Moscot glasses, and Steven Alan plaid shirts obligatory for the Winter 2010 Hipster Season. Or maybe those were the hipster-waiters. But I digress. Here is the place and its yum yum yum yummy food, nevermind the scene. From top to bottom: Deep fried egg with panko crumbs with candied bacon and squash spaghetti. Peekytoe crab with homemade linguine, waaaaaaarm banana bread with homemade blueberry jam and butter on the side (heavenly!). And we had a delicious sample of the beet and radish juice and another of the Kale/Celery/Apple/Ginger juice, which was deliciously satisfying despite what seemed like an odd combination of vegetables and fruits for a juice.
Addendum Feb 1, 2011: Sam Sifton reviewed The Fat Radish in The New York Times today!