Big City, Little Kitchen

Sal and I had brunch today at Spotted Pig, and I’d like to go on the record saying that the French toast with rhubarb compote puts any dish at Clinton Street Baking Co., my first NYC-breakfast love, to shame.  The fact that we only waited about 10 minutes for our table was a triumph in itself, but when our server delivered that glorious plate of dessert-as-breakfast, I knew that Clinton Street had been replaced in my heart.  Two huge slices of carmelized-outside, fluffy-inside bread, topped with tart and sweet rhubarb:  what’s not to like?  It did look comical next to Sal’s more restrained choice of roasted-carrot salad (which was delicious as well).