Slow Club's Still Got It

On President's Day, JG, JW and I went to Slow Club thinking we'd partake of an especially nice brunch (according to my sister who tried it out just a few months' prior). But it being Monday, there were no breakfasty items on order (brunch is relegated to the weekends), so we opted for lunch instead.

We quickly got over our initial disappointment when the food hit our table. Why? Because Slow Club is still doing it right—the last time I'd been was maybe 8 or so years ago. Sometimes the really old standbys are worth going back to.


My flavorful bowl full of fettuccini dressed in a fennel leek cream, pecorino romano, chile flakes, lemon zest and breadcrumbs had a nice crumbling of pork sausage along with melted leeks and wilted baby spinach.


JW's uber-tender and well-seasoned braised brisket came covered in a tart-tangy-peppery blend of horseradish creme fraiche, pickled red onions and baby arugula, sandwiched in a springy torpedo roll.