When in Philly, two lovelies rank highly on my list of friends to visit, and brunch ranks highly on our collective list of what to do when we gather. On this particularly pleasant Sunday, we found an enchanting garden offering delectables to suit our fancy.
210 W Washington Sq
Philadelphia, PA 19106
Neighborhoods: Washington Square West, Market East
Those warm colors on that rustic wood, the iron and ivy blocking the city while offering glimpses into the magical garden…we had arrived, and I fell in love with Talula’s Garden almost immediately after stepping beyond the front gate. I didn’t know it again, but Philly Restaurant Emperor Steven Starr had lured me in again!
At first there were just colors, but there were so many more rustic charms to discover.
Ordering from the cocktail menu became a very delicious and tipsy game of “What Does Your Drink Say About You?”
Though not at all “outdoorsy,” Heather has been known to head to sunnier regions like Atlantic City (where the sun reflects off gamblin’ money) or Jamaica most recently. She is most comfortable in a sundress, beams in bright colors, sees the sweeter side of scenarios and always welcomes a bit of bubbly. If Heather were a cocktail in Talula’s Garden, she’d be…
“Champagne” Cocktail…Bubbles, Strawberry, and Fresh Mint
Quelcy [yours truly] fell in love with the oak barrel, gun slingin’ flavors of bourbon while road tripping through the American south, en route to the outdoor musical festival known to Jesus-sandle-wearing free spirits as “Bonnaroo.” Though free of her dreaded locks, this full timer is no suit. Put on her a fast train to a big city, and she’ll be a happy urban hippy. If Quelcy were a cocktail in Talula’s Garden, she’d be…
Maple Manhattan… Rye Whiskey, Maple, and Black Walnut
Jess may be petite, but her personality packs a punch! She’s spicy, feisty, and she’s all style. She’s a little bit saucy and sassy, and she’s the cure for what ails you. If Jess were growing behind the bar in Talula’s Garden, she’d be…
The Butcher [Jess]
Spicy Bloody… Tito’s Vodka and Fresh Horseradish
Little Sweet Ricotta Doughnuts, Apricot Jam, and Chocolate-Hazelnut Sauce
Even the waiter knew he was giving us something special as he offered the platter of donuts and its description. There was pride and expectation in his voice. He was expecting us to be impressed by the flavorful and colorful contrasts at play, the dedication implied by “housemade nutella,” the burst of fresh blackberries and ultimately, the sweet doughy, slightly dense little donuts! He was expecting a reaction, but more importantly, he deserved a reaction! The baby donuts were, in fact, so delicious, the plate began to make a sad face as we finished them…
Maryland Crab “Benedict”, Poached Farm Fresh Eggs, Wilted Romaine, and Tomato-Chive Bearnaise
The toast round was nearly impossible to cut. That was my only complaint, and it’s really difficult to complain when a mouth is savoring every aspect of an entree. Even the potatoes were masterfully prepared- just lightly crisped.
Berkshire pork sausage patties with roasted apricot, garlic flowers and polenta
This was a special menu item for the morning. I was quite sold at “Berkshire,” and then the beautiful garlic flowers and fruit accent arrived and dazzled my eye. The floral and fruit notes balanced with the extra spice of the sausage, and the polenta packed more cornmeal texture than the average heap o’ maize mush.
Whole Wheat Pancakes, Lancaster Maple, Sweet Cream Butter, Pecans, and Brûlée Banana
I kid you not when I posit these pancakes may have been the best pancakes I have eaten to date (don’t tell my mom because I really like her pancakes)! To date! The texture was so light and fluffy, especially for a whole-wheat pancake. The inclusion of brûlée in the description was no misnomer. The bananas and pecans had an extra sweet and crisp exterior, accented by the brown sugar crumble and sweet syrups served in adorably petite jam jars.
Crispy Truffle Scented Duck Confit and Potato Hash, Sunny Side Egg, Sweet Peas, and Duck Hollandaise
What a decadent way to start the morning- smoky, tender duck…I repeat… smoky, tender duck in drizzles of egg yolk accented by the crisp, fresh, sweet flavor of peas.
Apparently my Vietnamese companions were strictly raised to clean plates. A national value? Jess whispered to me (so the waitress wouldn’t here?), “Quelcy, can you finish these pancakes? I literally can’t.” Of course she couldn’t! We had so much delicious food! It just wasn’t necessary to eat every morsel. Nor was I willing to be the sacrificial glutton, but I was obviously willing to flaunt their fullness. Silly little friends.
The horse and carriage awaited should you desire a more romantic getaway after such a beautiful, bountiful brunch.