Sunday brunch can be a tough ticket to score just about anywhere. Who wants to wait in line when the whole point of Sunday morning is to relax in a way that you can't relax the rest of the week? And then there is the problem of overly sweet items on the menu. Sure, it's the weekend, and I want some indulgence, but not at the cost of having dessert for breakfast. So, I wasn't too hopeful about finding a decent breakfast one recent Sunday morning in Westchester, where my daughter is a student. However, being Lth-born and raised, she had the perfect suggestion: Eileen's Country Kitchen in the "Irishtown" section of Yonkers. Just off the Saw Mill Parkway, it is convenient to lower Westchester and the Bronx.

This chalkboard proposes an anti-brunch for Sundays: The Ulster Fry. It's a platter of breakfast meats, eggs, and vegetables, served alongside moist "wheaten bread." Clockwise, from 12:00: Beans, Irish breakfast sausages, two eggs over easy, potato bread (kind of a browned mashed potato cake), grilled onions, mushrooms, tomato, Irish bacon and slices of black and white pudding. I believe there are some home fried potatoes under there somewhere.

I unearthed the Irish bacon and grilled tomato for a closer look.

This patron had the "map of Ireland on her face," as the saying goes. Out of 42 people at brunch, there were 11 redheads in 4 parties.


I have found something I hate even more than Miracle Whip, if that is possible. Chef Sauce is a thickened malt-vinegar concoction that has no other discernible taste (or any redeeming value, as far as I am concerned.) I welcome dissenting opinions, but I am unlikely to become a convert in 9 lifetimes.


After brunch, step across the street and visit The Butcher's Fancy. It's an Irish butcher shop that makes the Irish breakfast sausage and stocks the wheaten bread and potato cake they serve at Eileen's. They also carry black and white pudding. I learned there that the specialty for St. Patrick's Day isn't necessarily corned beef. Instead, the Irish eat boiling bacon, a house-cured pork roast that is boiled with cabbage. Seeing as it's a while until St.Patrick's Day, I figured I'd better try the boiling bacon for myself. So, I followed the butcher's instructions to boil until tender and then add cabbage. With a few roasted turnips, carrots, and potatoes, it made a nice dinner; the texture was quite reminiscent of corned beef, in fact. Thinking ahead to my own ancestral holiday, I also picked up a couple of cans of haggis (one meat, one vegetarian). Quite tolerant, I'd say.




It's worth mentioning that Eileen's serves boiling bacon on their lunch and dinner menus. However, when I returned there, I had a taste for fish and chips, a good, if not great version.

Eileen's is not the only attraction in this neat little stretch of McLean Avenue, Yonkers, just north of Woodlawn, the Bronx, which appears to be a hub of Irish culture and commerce in New York. There is also the Irish Coffee Shop, which is modestly named, for sure, as it appears to be a full-scale restaurant offering 3 meals daily, full Ulster Fry and other "greatest hits" menu items.

I especially like that they offer something called "custom breakfast" that can include any of the items listed below:

Or how about that Irish Breakfast Sandwich: Egg, Irish bacon, Sausage, and pudding?
It appeared that Sunday is a big day at the intersection of McLean and Martha Avenues. A number of promising looking pub-restaurants appeared to be serving no food this early on a Sunday, but soccer and rugby matches on satellite TV were beginning to draw patrons to bars along the strip with names like "Fagin's" and "Ned Devine's." Just across the street, I ran across the largest potato chip concession I've ever seen. With an Ulster fry under my belt, my stomach might have been able to manage a Guinness and some curry crisps. . .

Eileen's Country Kitchen
964 McLean Avenue
Yonkers, NY
(914)776-2001
The Irish Coffee Shop
946 Mclean Avenue
Yonkers, NY
(914)776-3309
The Butcher's Fancy
961 Mclean Avenue
Yonkers, NY
(914)237-8260
http://www.butchersfancy.com
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Josephine on November 24th, 2009, 7:37 pm, edited 1 time in total.
Man : I can't understand how a poet like you can eat that stuff.
T. S. Eliot: Ah, but you're not a poet.