When Fall Line Fest announced they’d be serving up a brunch buffet at the Broadberry, sandwiched between two days of live music, I was in. So were the rest of Richmond Fall Line Fest-ers.
I guess I should have suspected the heavy (and hungry) crowd when people got wind booze would flow at 11 AM, food was free with a wristband, and restaurants like Toast and The Blue Goat were serving up signature dishes that would remedy any previous night’s hangover.
As folks made their way to stand in short lines for warm morning grub and coffee, Motown jams softly filled the air and the energy of the Broadberry became a different and lighter space.
The dishes were impressive and hearty – from creamy shrimp & grits (Social 52) to savory sausage, potato & roasted red pepper strata (Society) and sweet bacon-honey mascarpone-stuffed french toast (Toast). However, The Camel blew my mind with their red eye sausage gravy, made with with Black Hand espresso, cream and pork sausage served over a plump fried buttermilk biscuit. The combination of flavors – creamy gravy, savory pork, with a sweet almost donut-like biscuit – was perfection. This seemed to be a hit among others, including my girl, who went back for seconds.
I skipped a morning cocktail but the bar was hustling with folks thirsty for a morning buzz. Standard morning cocktails included Bloody Marys, Mimosas and, of course, beer.
Kind of bizarre to see a nighttime music venue full of day drinking, brunch, and audible conversations, but hey, it’s Richmond. Nothing can be too bizarre. After all, when there’s food, music, and booze, we’re all happy.
I adore good food; the restaurants that serve it, the energy around it (even the hoopla), and telling others about it.
When I'm not grubbing down on a great meal or writing, I'm mixing aromatherapy oils, letting Jillian Michaels kick my ass, and discovering new indie music that eventually goes mainstream (sigh).