Tipsy Tuesday: Agave Restaurant, NYC

Tipsy Tuesday: Agave Restaurant, NYC

Anytime you mix Bottomless Mimosas with good company - great times will ensue. 

A couple of weeks ago I met a few guys at a birthday get together, and somehow we got on the subject of which city had the best brunch. Naturally, I thought Atlanta was at the top of the totem pole, however one guy was insistent that Washington DC was the place to go for the best brunch. But another guy was certain that New York held the title for the best brunch moment, and after my recent trip to NYC - I might be agreeing with his pretentious claim. 

The place, Agave NYC.

When you first walk up to this curbside NYC staple, you're immediately greeted with a patio covered by oversized umbrella's, reminiscent of Miami Beach and patrons dressed in their summer casuals. Upon entry you're carded by a guy that at first glance could double as Arnold Schwarzenegger, and only allowed acceptance if you meet the 21 and older limit - which let's me know immediately, that they know we're there to drink and so was everyone else. Upon first glance at the menu, I notice in fine print at the top of the page a line that reads, "Any egg item with a two hour bottomless choice of mimosa, wine or frozen margarita – $32.99" and immediately I knew our countless hours on Yelp! trying to find the best brunch New York had to offer was not in vain. 

I immediately opted for the traditional approach to brunch and tried the mimosa. It wasn't awful, but there seemed to be a lack of champagne and an abundance of juice. As I quickly finished my juice - I mean my mimosa, I perused the menu and figured since I was out of state all of my dietary restrictions were back home in Atlanta, and I could get away with choosing the Steak and Eggs. With the arrival of my food, and still not being satisfied after my third mimosa, I decided to switch it up, and try the margarita on the rocks - I'm not an alcoholic, but I was looking for something stronger, and boy did I find it. 

The first sip, was like opening a bottle of ice-cold water, on a hot summer day and drinking. Euphoria. Our waiter continued to fill our glasses to the brim every time we took a sip for the next two hours, so needless to say we had no way to count how many we actually drank.

We ended our brunch session the way I feel most brunches end in NYC, by exchanging social media info with complete strangers from the tables around ours, that we made "drunk friends" with. It was the perfect way to experience an authentic New York brunch moment, and I can't wait to return for more!

 

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