Review: Brunching at Woodward Table
After spending some time with Cori Sue Morris of the ubiquitous Bitches Who Brunch last week, I felt inspired to, well, brunch. So I headed to one of my usual spots, Chef Jeffrey Buben’s Woodward Table.
Instead of giving my Uber driver the cross streets of where I am headed, I always just say “Old Ebbitt Grill,” stare at the number of people there when I arrive, and then ask the driver to go one more block north to Woodward Table.
I like this place and am always surprised it is so empty during Saturday and Sunday brunch. Yes, the area is still more of a Monday-Friday place during the day, but if the crowds can make it to Ebbitt, what’s one more block?
Woodward has the best (and undiscovered) unlimited mimosas deal. I might be revealing a secret/tipping off the owner here, but the bartenders are never stingy on the pour. This isn’t an unlimited mimosa deal that’s all orange juice and pulp with a splash of champagne…in fact, I can barely see an orange color in my glass. #winning. Charge me $15 for unlimited mimosas, give me three, and I, with the liver of steel, am satisfied. I do wonder how many people go for unlimited and end up getting only two.
So, mimosas – check.
The biscuit with jam used to be my favorite app, but lately it has been so soaked in butter that the jam can’t fight the salty taste. If you get a good one, be sure to ask for extra jam; it’s one big biscuit.
Biscuit – hit or miss.
The Duck Eggs Benedict is the dish that I come back for. Duck confit, leek, and chipotle hollandaise on an English muffin– hello. The eggs are always poached perfectly, and I get to admire the runny yolk on my plate. I could eat this every day.
Eggs – Yes, please, and can I get another order?
The fast five:
Steak & Eggs: Yes
Anson Mills Grits: Yes
Brussels Sprouts: No
Service: Always friendly, though you might have to ask for your water glass to be refilled if you’re a camel like me.