'Tis the season of brunch-every-weekend in preparation of the best weekend of the year: Richmond Brunch Weekend!
Cazey and I ventured over to 2018 participant, Saison Market, to test out their brunch. Typically I like to read menus top-to-bottom, back-to-front prior to arrival. However, this time I went in cold without knowing what their brunch menu held.
When Cazey and I entered, we filed into a little storefront with a big chalkboard. He quickly passed me a brunch menu, which I then panicked and skimmed while the cashier waited for my decision. Cazey picked out the breakfast burrito with bacon, which is what I wanted, but with sausage ($7+$2 for bacon). He also added potato hash ($2).
For the sake of the blog, I decided to order the fancy chicken biscuit ($7) since a review about two breakfast burritos is rather dull. (Cazey also reminded me the pictures would not be so aesthetic.) The fancy chicken biscuit is a Nashville hot chicken breast with sausage gravy and an egg on a biscuit.
Once we were done ordering and I had my coffee in hand, we ventured to the other section of the market to find a seat. Encased in walls of beer, maps and lights was one long bench, one long high table and one tiny high table. The bench had several tables along it, which were all filled -- well, the end was "filled" by a lone guy with his keys on a second table. He seemed to be waiting for three other people to arrive.
Naturally, we ended up getting the single, small high table in the middle of everything. I awkwardly took off my jacket and balanced myself on the chair and muttered at Cazey about the guy who had his keys on the table next to him. Was he saving that table or just manspreading across a four-top?
We chatted for awhile about brunch weekend and all the work we needed to get done (this brunch was the start to us finally updating our website), and then I wanted more coffee. I assumed it was free refills, but I wasn't sure. So, me and my empty cup wandered up to the front to ask. No one really looked at me. I stood a bit longer. No one looked at me.
I wandered back, sans refill.
Once I got back, I told Cazey I didn't know what I was doing, which is kind of a life motto of mine anyway. When I saw one of the barista's bus a table, I asked if I could get free refills. She nodded and paused. I didn't know if I should hand over my cup or follow her.
I chose to follow her. At the time it seemed less weird (forgive me for my awkwardness; I was only one cup deep of coffee at this point). In hindsight, I'm not so sure. I think if you ask and wait patiently, they do bring you free refills.
The food came out at different times, and because I'm a good friend, I dove in immediately without waiting for Cazey to get his food. My immediate reaction was that I really appreciated the spice level. It was indeed Nashville hot, and I enjoy that. The biscuit tasted like it could be made out of sweet potatoes, but I don't think it is. The gravy was hearty, with a few large chunks of sausage. I can take or leave the egg placed on top to be honest.
I offered a bite to Cazey, and he thinks this biscuit is noteworthy if you were to pen a letter home to your loved ones. In fact, he appreciated how Sara ordered this biscuit and couldn't even finish it because this meant more food for him. He's also not huge into biscuits and gravy, but the gravy was nowhere near sopping and was more like condiment levels.
His burrito arrived after I had slowly taken a few bites of my own meal, and I dove in immediately to his hash potatoes. It was molten because I'm a child and didn't wait for them to cool down. I surprisingly liked the bacon in his burrito more than I anticipated (I'm a weirdo that isn't obsessed with bacon) because it was thicker, almost ham bacon. My favorite aspect of the burrito was the salsa verde, as it added a unique flavor to a standard burrito.
Cazey reflected once he finished the burrito that he probably wouldn't have ordered the potatoes since the burrito (plus Sara's biscuit remains) really filled him up. But the potatoes were good, so if you have a large party (aka two or more people), then order some for the table. Hash is a bit of a misnomer; they're just golden fried cubes. Cazey expected them to show up shredded.
Before this review wraps up, I'd like to circle back to the cliffhanger I bet you're all wondering about: was the man waiting for friends or manspreading?
He was in fact manspreading. Which is infurating since it's a rather small area, and he decided he deserved about a fourth of the space to himself. Boi, bye.