by Steven Doyle
If brunch had a season it would certainly look to May as its host. The cool breezes have yet to submit to the warmer mask of Summer, and patios beckon while you satiate on plated eggs and rashers that may be washed down with tall, cool glasses of cold champagne. This is something your mother would approve of this very weekend, and do we have a selection of dishes that might make her proud.
Belly and Trumpet is a quagmire in a string of restaurant incidents that line McKinney Avenue. Surely restaurateurs have discovered that the formula for Uptown lies in sprawling patios, a quick fix for dining that is simple on the wallet, and plenty of liquor to appease the see and be seen crowd that swarm the decks. Belly and Trumpet defies these laws with a vengeance. Continue reading
