Salt’s Cure opened up a few blocks from me about a year ago. I think just knowing it was so close bumped it further down my restaurant list.
I’m a lazy muthafather.
But when Sonigram suggested we check it out for brunch, I figured why the hell not.
Brunch usually doesn’t appeal to me. Brunch means 11 o’clock.
Do you know how many meals I’ve consumed and errands I’ve run by then??
I need to eat as soon as I wake up, people.
Brunch was invented to cure hangovers. There’s a reason everyone is eating so late and wearing sunglasses.
Salt’s Cure (they cure their own meats!) is a simple, quaint, neighborhoody spot with a tiny, somewhat random menu.
They have some traditional morning fare such as quiche (very light and fluffy), pork chops and eggs (perfectly seasoned but a bit fatty) but then also offer burgers and a cheese plate (didn’t order them, I’m not a pig!)