The Macintosh
Peach and Plum Sangria
Chartreuse/Cucumber/Lime/Gin
Peach, Candied Walnuts, Mascarpone Muffin
Blueberry Marcona Almond Cake with Honey Butter
Watermelon and Tomato Salad with Torn Brown Bread, Onions, Cucumber, Raspberry Vinaigrette
Grouper Brandade with Alabama White Sauce
The Mac – House Ground Burger, Aged Cheddar, Neuske’s Bacon, Pecorino Truffle Fries
Mac Attack – Pork Belly, Bone Marrow Bread Pudding, Poached Egg
Biscuits and Sausage Gravy with a Fried Egg
Funnel Cake
Located downtown on King Street and featuring a brunch menu that seemed too good to miss our arrival at Jeremiah Bacon’s “The Macintosh” would find the restaurant loud and lively without a single table to be found but as fortune often works it was no less than five minutes after entry that a group of six stood up from the full service wooden bar, the seats ours for the taking with an amicable and clever bartender laying out placemats, filling water, and fetching menus quickly while taking cocktail orders for the jammed packed dining room. Undoubtedly the sort of place where the booze and the food go hand-in-hand and one of those rare times when the brunch savories rivaled the sweets it was with a round of juicy sangria for three of us and a refreshing spirit-forward cocktail for the other that decisions were weighed and orders were levied, the eventual meal consisting of eight plates passed, shared, and enjoyed by all. Beginning sweet with a dense, moist muffin and a griddled coffee cake that tasted like something you’d find at a bakery in Paris before progressing through one of the more memorable salads I’ve had in some time each of the early courses came quickly from the kitchen and close on their heels was my personal favorite item of the morning in the form of four lightly fried balls of brandade paired with the best thing ever done with mayonnaise – the mild grouper and potato peeking through beneath the heat and vinegar slowly and seductively as it melted on the tongue. Less refined but no less delicious, a heaping pile of fluffy biscuits and dense gravy arrived as my sister’s main course while my mother opted for a bacon cheeseburger minimally dressed, the grass-fed meat more than enough with the aged cheddar and crispy fries. Finally wrapping things up with one of the more decadent things I’ve had in recent memory, suffice it to say that the “Mac Attack” is every bit as rich as its ingredients would suggest, the creamy bread pudding a great base for the crispy swine and the egg just melding it all together as we awaited one last treat; an order of funnel cake on the house that seemed perfectly healthy in comparison.
