Whenever anyone asks me where they should head for brunch, it’s a no brainer. Max London’s has just demolished the brunch scene in Saratoga, and while there are plenty of other spots to grab breakfast or even brunch, no one compares to this one.
After seeing the brunch specials posted on Facebook by a friend of mine (who also happens to be the brunch sous chef), I was sucked in.
For once, I didn’t go in to order my regular salt cod potato cakes. And that’s literally my favorite thing ever.
Instead, I struggled having to choose between chicken and waffles, brisket benedict, and a breakfast gnocchi.
HOW DO YOU CHOOSE?!!?
Since Tim right away claimed the chicken and waffles, I knew I could count on him to give me a taste or two of it, which is why I went with the brisket benedict.
First of all, that side of home fries? Stop it. You think I was able to barely touch that? No way.
I was all about that brisket from beginning to end. I am truly obsessed with the combination of egg yolk and meat. There’s something so magical about it that I just can’t control myself around it. I don’t know if it’s like the double fats coating your tongue or how comforting both proteins are, but I love it.
Anyway, there was a slight smoke to the brisket, which paired perfectly with the caramelized onions and peppers that sat on top of the english muffin.
Apparently Max London’s is going to start doing a different eggs benedict every week, and I couldn’t be more excited about that. I mean, who doesn’t love a good eggs benny? MMMMMMMMMMM.
So this article wouldn’t be complete without mentioning the damn chicken and waffles with sausage gravy.
Not only was the waffle delicate and fluffy, but the coating of the chicken was outrageously good. Perfect amount of salt with just a hint of sweetness paired with that richness of the sausage gravy… WHAT. WHY.!? And then the egg on top? It’s like putting a cherry on top of an ice cream sundae, but better. It’s just not fair.
So SOOO glad I got to taste that.
Here’s another shot I got from brunch of the full english breakfast pizza (because what’s brunch at Max London’s without a pizza?)
At the very end, when I thought I couldn’t actually fit anything more in my stomach, my girl Sondra sent out a little treat for us.
These… these are the french toast sticks.
I seriously want to cry just looking at these knowing that I can’t have them all the time.
The outside was SO crispy, and the inside was SO airy. I don’t know how they did it, but I’m glad they did.
Honestly… if you get the chance to go out for brunch and you haven’t yet tried Max London’s, you need to ASAP. Best news is, I heard they’ll be expanding their brunch to seven days a week during the summer. That means we can eat like this EVERY. DAMN. DAY.
What a time to be alive.
Can’t wait to see what they whip up next on their specials menu! Get there this weekend, you won’t be sorry.