Review: Cafe Cluny

In a city full of different characters, with different interests, tastes, budgets, etc., it can be tricky sometimes finding a dining locale that seems to be just the niche you're looking for. Some restaurants cater to a 'younger' (read: immature) crowd, others to a loud crowd, others to sloppy, casual beings, and still many others are filled with pretentious, snobby people. So imagine my enthusiasm when I stepped into Cafe Cluny and realized that I was amongst normal people just like me. People who put care into what they look like, but in a down-to-earth sort of way, people who are not obnoxious (something very important in Manhattan restaurants where you're crammed into a very small space with your fellow diners...). Just a nice change. A likely explanation is the restaurant's location: nestled in the sideways streets of the West Village, amidst cobble-stone streets, brick-faced buildings, and tree-lined streets.

The service was great; the waiter offered recommendations and was extremely attentive (he even came around regularly to pick up my empty sugar packets!). We were not rushed and allowed to sit back and savor our coffees long after our brunch was eaten. And of course, the food was very good too. Granted, we weren't exactly adventuresome, settling on a cross between a blt and an egg sandwich. But the egg was fluffy, the tastes melded together well, the toast was toasted to perfection. And the fries were delicious! I would definitely recommend Cafe Cluny for brunch.