I’m pretty well known for avoiding brunch. It’s a meal that seems to pile on needless calories, lasts too long and often turns up absurd concoctions. Well, that’s what I always say on the way to brunch, but once I’m there, I often enjoy it.
Such was the case Sunday when I joined two friends at La Tavola (992 Virginia Ave., 404-873-5430). The restaurant had a 15-minute wait for inside tables and we weren’t about to roast on the back patio. We landed three seats at the bar and decided to eat there. Lucky for us. The generous and funny bartender, Alli (above), attempted to placate Gregg by giving him his own wine tasting when he complained that they were no longer selling the particular wine he likes. Alli also gave him a sample of chicken sausage when he carped that sausage should be made from pork.
The meal was great, especially my starter — a beet salad (left) with goat cheese, shaved fennel and luscious slices of nectarine, whose natural sweetness worked well with the beets’ own acidic sweetness. The nectarine substituted for the usual Granny Smith apples. Gregg ordered a Caesar salad and Adam ordered bruschetta.
For an entree, I had French toast made with challa (below). It was topped with blueberries and blackberries, along with some honeyed mascarpone. True comfort food. Adam ordered the day’s frittata and Gregg had two tennis-ball-sized veal-mushroom meatballs atop spaghettini with a tomato sauce.
We were too stuffed to order dessert but enjoyed watching a marathon runner at the end of the bar devour enough food, including what seemed to be two desserts, to feed an army of Fire Island brunchers.
By the way, there is valet parking in the bank lot across the street from La Tavola. If you don’t use it, you’ll be circling the block for quite a while.