A couple weeks ago I traveled to Boston to eat at Bondir and say hi to some of my Massachusetts cohorts. On Sunday morning I was on my way out and I was thinking I’d get brunch. I had heard about a place called Alden & Harlow in Cambridge and I was told I NEEDED to eat there. When I arrived, to my delight, they were playing all old-school Hip Hop in this super high-end restaurant. I quickly found out that Sunday mornings/early afternoons at Alden & Harlow are dubbed, Hip Hop brunch. Between the Rakim, Big Daddy Kane and the food, I was like a kid in a candy shop. The overly Caucasian woman that would not stop talking about her undying allegiance to Hillary Clinton was being totally tuned out. I was dancing in my seat and no one was going to harsh my mellow, no one. The whole restaurant was dark, like some Mos Eisley Cantina shit. There was a small well-lit inlet that looked like half of a green house, I told the hostess that I was there to take pics and she seated me in this perfect little garden spot. I sat down and settled in to one of the better brunches that Boston has to offer, shall we?
First I’ll offer up a small bio of Chef/owner Michael Scelfo taken straight from the restaurant’s website…
I decided I had to start off with the crumpets because I love them, these were served with some sort of cream that was reminiscent to crème fraiche or mascarpone and were paired with a jam that had more an apple butter consistency. This was the perfect way to kick off this meal. Next was the root vegetable hash, give me all the root vegetables because they are my fave, especially sunchokes. Served with a 60-degree egg, crispy garlic and a sassy unorthodox hollandaise, this hash was nothing short of perfect. Rounding out the first half of the meal were the kale toasts. Imagine two triangles of Texas toast with sautéed kale, anchovy aioli, fried eggs and thick cut bacon, totally perfect. I was starting to get full and there was three more plates coming.
The next dish was my favorite of the morning. Pigtails, served maple glazed with a poached egg, cheese crisps and grits. Everything about this dish was perfect, every taste was a perfect combo, but the fat kid in me wanted more cheese crisps. Next were the two final dishes and they were sweet and more dessert like. These pickled corn cakes were the bees fucking knees. Guess who else got them, fucking Hillary over here, and guess what she asked for?!?! MAPLE FUCKING SYRUP!!!!!. Worthless, heartless, no good over politicized bitch dissed the chef for asking that. Go back to your two million dollar home with a chimenea and a panic room and don’t ever let me see you again! Fucking monster. These corncakes came with a beautiful crema, fruit and bacon jam, no need to fuck that up. Finally was the pain perdu. Imagine French toast made with a croissant. This was so sick, so decadent, and with house made marmalade and nutella, this was the perfect end to a perfect brunch.
Alden and Harlow is very hip and the food is “new.” If you’re looking for some bullshit boring benedict, don’t go here. If you’re a brunch snob you need to go, or your brunch license will be revoked. I hereby give Alden & Harlow...
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