By Andrea Harward
Brunch, the quintessential combination of breakfast and lunch, capable of curing everything from heartbreak to hangovers has finally arrived to The Perch at Downtown Container Park. When traditional eggs and bacon just won’t cut it, nothing makes a weekend complete like gourmet brunching with your nearest, dearest, and possibly still-inebriated friends.
With the unveiling of a private stairway entrance from 7th and Carson, making your way to The Perch is more convenient than ever. As the newest arrival to the downtown brunch scene, this is one busy spot – reservations are recommended for maximum convenience. Swing by the bar for a Mimosa ($7) or Irish Coffee ($7) and sip it al fresco to sweeten the wait. Oh, how time flies when you’re getting tipsy.
Luckily, I arrived with a rumbling stomach and an equally ravenous companion. The portions here are generous and would quickly defeat the average solo diner. Chef Robert Henderson has assembled a creative and diverse menu that will satisfy the cravings of even the most experienced bruncher.
As my new favorite starter dish, the Monkey Bread ($6) kicks off the meal off with a sugary, buttery, caramel-covered bang. It’s official: Monkey Bread should be on every menu. Layered with sturdy strips of steak, avocado mousse, cilantro, and crumbled Queso Fresco, the Steak and Egg Tacos ($12) are a sophisticated version of the common breakfast burrito.
Created for the seafood aficionado, the Benedict Oscar ($15) is piled-high with lump crab, topped with an egg poached to perfection, smothered in an airy béarnaise sauce and garnished with grilled asparagus. The Smothered Egg Biscuits ($12) were a colossal success at our table. The addition of minced bacon, scrambled eggs, and a healthy helping of cheddar cheese takes these biscuits to the next level. My mom’s homemade biscuits and gravy may have finally met their match.
I’m a sucker for a good parfait and The Perch’s Yogurt Parfait ($10) is simply stellar. The main focus is the heavenly, whipped blend of Mascarpone cheese and rich, Greek yogurt. Layered with fresh seasonal fruit, hearty granola, and drizzled with honey, this parfait is as decadent as a light dish can get, and that’s just fine with me.
Let’s talk toast…French toast, of course. Few things in the world give me as much delight as warm, cinnamon-sugary slices of French toast, blanketed in fresh fruit, drenched in maple syrup and dusted ever-so-lightly with powdered sugar. The Brioche French Toast ($12) at The Perch is no exception. Served with your choice of caramelized bananas or mixed berry compote, the cappuccino cream filing resting between the thick slices of brioche is not-too-sweet and nothing short of incredible. I love the crispy breaded edges, the magically cooked centers, and the tartness of the berries against the maple syrup. I will definitely be ordering this again.
As I sat at our corner table gazing out across the bustling restaurant, at moms and daughters, at old friends and new acquaintances, sharing meals and stories with smiles on their faces, I thought about how lucky we are; lucky to live in a world with weekends and brunches and mimosas and, most importantly, friends to share them with.
And Monkey Bread...I’m mostly grateful for Monkey Bread.
Downtown Container Park
707 Fremont Street