I love a lunch break. No, not that ten-minute dash to your local salad joint to get a bowl of greens to eat at your desk while you answer all the emails that came in during those ten minutes. (I can’t be the only one whose keyboard is covered in toppings—L for lettuce, C for crouton…)
I mean a real lunch break. One of those long, lavish, forget-it’s-a-Thursday lunches at a place set to a slower pace. Like my lunch yesterday at Lafayette.
Being a proper brasserie (inasmuch as there is such a thing outside of France), the interior somehow hits that quintessentially French balance of grand and quaint; the perfect ambiance for what felt like a mini-vacation from my workday. Whether it’s a business lunch or personal affair, the warm decor and tall airy ceilings are a welcoming contrast to the bustle outside.
Waiting for my table, I browsed the boulangerie up front, my heart aflutter. Hello, I am a carboholic, and it’s been… 24 hours? since my last pastry.
The afternoon lunch crowd was a mix of business professionals and what I’m telling myself were off-duty models. My fitted turtleneck, skinny jeans, heeled boots, and oversized sleeveless vest worked into an understated, but stylish that let me feel like the observer, not the observed, without being outclassed.
Lafayette’s chef, Andrew Carmellini, former chef for Daniel Boulud (hence the mouth-watering sweets) did not disappoint. Stinky cheese, fresh bread, and a crisp bibb lettuce avocado salad made for a welcome break from cuisine routine.
And hey, no dried drops of vinaigrette on my trackpad.