I was never one of those children that had to be bribed to eat my brussels sprouts. I’ve always thought they were delicious, but I think they get a bad rep because when prepared improperly, they aren’t appetizing at all.
After what seemed like an eternity, I finally tried the buzzed about Red Rooster this weekend. The restaurant opened the summer I moved to the city, and it has always been on my Bucket List of restaurants to try. More often than not, my roommate and I like to grab dinner on a Friday night. We both wanted to try something new this weekend, but didn’t want to venture that far outside the neighborhood (it’s cold), so we excitedly decided upon Red Rooster.
Growing up with Italian grandparents, I learned early on that no day is complete without a sweet treat and a cappuccino. While I can’t just pop over to their house now that I’m, you know, and “adult,” living in New York City, a restaurant cappuccino is a welcome substitute.