|Courtesy of Supper
|our kind of buffet
Weve always got this rep of being really serious, but were really not, says Mitch Prensky
says of he and wife Jennifer
s restaurant Supper
. When you boil it down, Im just an idiot who serves hot dogs and cereal. I dont know about idiot, but dude does do hot dogs and cereal, the latter during brunch, when the dining rooms handsome hutch becomes a buffet of sugar-frosted goodness.
Jen and I are sugared-cereal freaks, says Prensky. These are the things you usually outgrow when youre an adult, but weve never outgrown it. Were like Seinfeld; in our house we have that one kitchen shelf completely filled with cereal. At Supper, brunch-goers can expect a selection of Lucky Charms, Alphabits, the Capn entire line (sporting throwbacks these days
), General Mills monsters, Crunchy Os and vintage finds like Quisp and King Vitaman that we are far, far too young too be acquainted with.
Seven bucks earns all-you-can-eat status, and while you gorge on delicious HFCS and Red #9, let the knowledge that at least the milk, sourced from the grass-fed cows at Trickling Springs
dairy, is good for you. And if sweet cereals aint your poison, the adult brunch menu is a trove of house-made sage-scented breakfast sausage, dreamy Anson Mills
grits and regal red velvet waffles with whipped cream cheese and cherries. Get at it. And make reservations; last time we popped in on a whim, the hostess politely informed us the restaurant was booked. Sat at Suppers bar instead. I could think of worse places to be on a Sunday afternoon.