I’ve wanted to brunch at The Smith for years. Its old green-striped exterior in Midtown first caught my eye nearly a decade ago – the kind of façade that makes you think, Okay, I need to eat there at some point. And then, of course, I forgot. Repeatedly. So when my best friend, Marllory, said she wanted to do brunch in Midtown, I sent her a shortlist. The Smith was on it, naturally. The Smith was included in the list and my emphasis of my interest in going to The Smith for…
Last Brunch of 2024: The Smith
