K wanted brunch with never-ending mimosas, bloody marys, etc. for her birthday, so we headed to Sunburnt Calf — the fairly recently opened sister of Bondi Road and Sunburnt Cow on the Upper West Side — for an Australian-ish celebration. The deal was incredible: $18 for a sizeable, not completely mundane entree, plus as many beverages as you can guzzle in 1.5 hours. Think perfectly poached eggs, the fattest banana pancakes (erm, “pikelets”) you’ve ever seen, an insane burger (pineapple, beets and a fried egg on top?!) and a headache the following day that proves you more than got your money’s worth…
The bathroom was much like the low-priced fare: something typical with a twist. It was the normal, closet-sized Manhattan restroom with the world’s tiniest sink — I think it’s funny that sink manufacturers actually have to produce these pint-sized sinks, just for urban bars and restaurants — but everything was RED, including the paper towel dispenser. Sunburnt Calf also made good use of the wall space, substituting ads for the chain’s other restaurants for artwork. Clever, clever. I also found the bathroom’s sliding door very fascinating and unique, including the signs inside that told you to “slide” and “lock.”
K’s birthday was a blast, so I headed back for my own birthday so I could try that beet-bedecked burger. It was also a good time, but I think I should keep my Sunburnt Calf trips to a minimum. Or just remember not to go head to head with a guy to see who can have the most bloody marys before our entrees show up. Oops. At least I got a lot of lycopene, right?
Restroom Rating: [rating=4]