This little hole-in-the-wall cafe is as pure and quaint as the milk bottles they serve with your coffee.
SILVIA’S STATISTICS:
Ambiance…………….5/5
Waitstaff………………10/10
Table Setting………..4/5
Menu Selections…..7/10
Food Presentation…10/10
Food Quality………..20/20
Price……………………$$
GRADE: A
I turned 25 last week. A quarter of a century old. Man o man. It called for some good, comforting food. Little did I know that I was being set up to try a cafe I’ve never heard of before. It is located in downtown New Rochelle, amid the towering Avalon, Trump buildings, and New Roc City. It’s called Brickyard Bistro, beckoning you to enter into their quiet and provincial setting and take a break from fast, city life. There are a few sidewalk tables, but the space in their outdoor seating area is much better. Though they did not have sun umbrellas or fancy tables and chairs, it was enough for a private get together. The tall buildings beside us protected us from the Sun anyway.
Coffee was served in typical fashion, but the milk bottles (above) were just so adorable. I appreciate the little things in life, and a tiny milk bottle just made you feel even more removed from the traffic that was only a stone throw’s away. I wanted to see if there was a cow back there.
As it was my birthday, why not have a sweet breakfast? They served a nice variety of omelets alongside a sweet crepe, stuffed French toast, and pancakes. I went for the crepe. It included cottage cheese, lemon, honey, and mixed fruit. I was quite excited. Here’s what came for me:
It was hot and fresh and gooey. And light. Which was what I was going for. Who knew what else I was going to eat that afternoon.
My family chose to go the omelet route. My sister ordered the Huevos Rancheros. I was curious to see how it would come out. After all, my trip to Guatemala raised the bar for any dish egg-related. What came out was quite interesting. Instead of serving the toppings alongside the eggs, it was cooked and melted on top. Served with ketchup (I’m assuming for the homefries as I never can fathom eating ketchup with eggs), it looked hearty and tasty.
Other omelets included traditional ingredients: pepper, onion, ham, etc. All good appetites around, the food was cleaned amid funny conversation and spilled coffee. And when I thought I was full and about to burst, out came a chocolate mousse birthday cake! Though I did not know where it was from (my sister brought it), I managed to make some more room for it because it was so inviting. It was light and fluffy and the mousse melted in your mouth.
On our way out, we stopped at a strange mirror on the wall. Supposedly, when you look through it, you see the opposite of yourself. Rather, you see yourself as how other people see you. We were entertained for a good five minutes looking at ourselves and moving our hands to prove that they were actually going the other way. If it was true, then people glancing my way would see a happy and content girl with her hand over her stomach and a big smile over her face.











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