i recently went to freemans on chrystie street in manhattan. it's pretty great. however, i am convinced you're going for the ambiance, not necessarily the food. not to say it wasn't very tasty, but i'm not sure any meal at a restaurant is worth waiting an hour and a half for, let alone for brunch. since, you know, it's eggs. or at the most, fancy french toast. regardless, there is a reason why this place is always packed and it's because once inside you feel like you've left new york and entered taxidermy heaven (read: vermont, new hampshire, upstate ny, etc.) but, it's the decent kind of taxidermy, not the texas roadhouse corporate type. it's the decor that speaks, i am anti the nra, but pro the aesthetic appeal of country themes and would like to channel a simpler period of time. one with banjos, record players, coal fueled stoves, and books in print. i'm not sure whether or not i sound like a hater right now, but if i do, it's not intended. it is simply the way i see it. because i definitely get the appeal of this theme. it's undoubtedly nice to look at, especially when done right.
anyway, i don't think i would wait here for brunch again, but it's certainly worth a try. and if nothing else, while at freemans it sort of feels like you're in a levi's commercial-- hipster friendly, lots of plaid shirts, bright cardigans, and a ton of beards.
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