Jill: I can’t visit New York without going to brunch. In past visits, brunch is what happens around 5 p.m. following an evening of bar hopping and fuzzy memories. This time, though, we had bloody marys in hand with available light and without hangovers. Either we’re growing up, or my flight landed in the morning. In this case, it may be both.
Jill: Shortly after arriving in Bed-Stuy, we set off on foot to the General Greene, a restaurant that Maya and the Carnivore had visited once before.
Maya: One of the three Ws in play right from the get-go. On our prior visit, we were impressed with the drinks and underwhelmed by the sandwiches; the breakfast items all sounded great, though, so we’d been talking about giving it another shot. This seemed as good a time as any.
