Found ourselves at Stanley's after working up hunger and thirst at Green Market this Saturday. Didn't really need its own thread, so I'm attaching notes here.
Previously, I'd only been to the bar for a pre-Park West shot-and-a-nosh so I didn't know what to expect for brunch.
First impressions began just outside the door when out into the bright sun burst a clump of large, young men in khaki with baseball caps reversed. I tried to quell my rising alarm.
We went in and were greeted by a friendly hostess who asked us where we preferred to sit (front or back). We chose back and just as we began to sit, realized that we were next to a very happy, but very noisy party of about 12. As we had some actual domestic business to discuss, we relocated. No one took this amiss.
Brunch has gone up since the last post. It's about $12 now. Well worth it, considering both the quality and the neighborhood.
The space was cool and darkish, with enough room between tables for it all to feel like just the desired retreat from crowds and sun.
Water appeared and coffee orders were taken promptly.
There is no menu provided or list of what's on the buffet. You simply grab your plate and head on up.
The set up, as best I recall, was a hot table, a cold table, and an omelet station.
Cold table: slices of fresh melon, strawberries, fresh pineapple. Every piece I tasted was fresh and sweet, and I availed myself of plenty.
Bagels, with toasters right there, allowing you to customize. I really appreciate that.
Also cinnamon buns (just OK, per Mrs. B.), some other pastry I've forgotten, 2 types of choc. chip cookie, a big bowl filled with individual serving boxes of cold cereal and a carafe of milk, individual cream cheese portions and Dickinson preserves.
The one oddity was a teasing platter of tomato, cucumber, and red onion slices which powerfully suggested (together with the bagels and cream cheese) that lox was waiting in the wings, about to take the stage at any moment. I kept an eagle eye open for it, but it never did.
The gentleman manning the omelet station was quick and accurate. He managed a couple of pans on the fire while sumultaneously discussing ingredients with other interested parties. I had already eaten nearly my fill and asked him if he could possibly make me an especially small omelet instead of the standard. He replied quickly and unhesitatingly in the affirmative, and produced a lovely little mini version. Ingredients to play with were standard: gr. pepper, tomato, onion, mushroom, bacon, sausage, ham, grated mozz. or cheddar. Sadly no feta, or spinach, or anything even slightly more exotic. But good enough.
The hot table: fried chicken pieces, biscuits/sausage gravy (didn't try), and---praise the Lord---2 kind of potatoes, mashed and hash browns (which, though on a steam table, had acquired some good crusting and browning before they came out.) To accompany the mashed (which were just a bit too far on the soupy side) was a nice brown gravy. Also oblong waffles, warm syrup, scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage, a large bowl of mixed greens with croutons and grated parm, and possibly a bit more that I have forgotten.
Needless to say no envelopes were pushed, nor boundaries crossed. There is nothing to be had besides the buffet until lunch time. But it was an absolutely solid double for the mainstream, rib-sticking food it was.
On top of that, the service was really excellent. Often I have found that attention really slacks off at a brunch, I assume because people tend to tip less as well as because, with no orders to keep track of, the serving mind wanders. In any case, or server was friendly, quick on the uptake, stopped by several times to check in, and answered a couple of questions authoritatively (1. was there a kids price for brunch?, and 2. was there any additional menu beyond the buffet?). At no time did I return from a trip to the buffet without my plate having been cleared before I returned. Never had to ask for extra creamers, etc.
While there were indeed many, many turned around baseball caps and, on the distaff side, a uniformity that was less to do with externals and more something emanating from within, and though the soundtrack was tailored closely to their needs (many Sultans of Swing, much Joe Walsh---not that there's anything wrong with that), yet, it was all pretty tasty, friendly, and a good value.
"Strange how potent cheap music is."