We finally made it to Sunday-only brunch today. I thought we were going to try out the non bread-based dishes but instead went with spring toast (avocado toast amped up with wild mushrooms, asparagus, and hollandaise on their kick-ass sourdough), breakfast pizza for B, and campfire tartine for spring onion (photo of mine only; you can imagine what the latter 2 are composed of). Glass of Albariño and can of Arrogant Bastard.
Gonna sound a broken record but it’s my favorite new-ish restaurant in Boston (we don’t eat out much these days but I think we’re qualified enough to say that CK is just awesome). The smokiness of the bread, the well-balanced earthy flavors are all up our alley. I pinch myself that it’s in my town and chastise myself that we don’t get there nearly enough.
Our next brunch order will consist of non-take out friendly items - roasted potato leek soup, Korean brisket, buttermilk-fried chicken with flapjacks, poutine. Hope they’re still on the brunch menu.
