Brunch and the City: My Latest Obsession in the West Village
If there’s one thing I take as seriously as fashion, it’s brunch. And living in New York means I have options. Like, infinite scrambled-eggs-and-mimosas kind of options. As someone who has made it her mission to live her best life (while also trying not to blow her entire paycheck on avocado toast), I’ve recently discovered a new West Village spot that I am now completely, utterly, hopelessly obsessed with.
The Spot: Café Amour
So, here’s what happened: Last Sunday, I woke up with one goal—to find a brunch spot that made me feel like my life was perfectly curated, like an Instagram feed that screams “effortless chic” without actually trying too hard. Enter Café Amour, this ridiculously cute little bistro tucked away on Grove Street. Think Paris meets New York with just a hint of chaos because, well, it’s still New York.
I walked in, instantly obsessed. The floor-to-ceiling windows, the smell of fresh espresso, the waitstaff dressed like they stepped out of a Vogue editorial (but casual Vogue, you know?). It was giving main character energy.
What I Ordered (aka The Best Decision of My Life)
Making decisions? Not always my strong suit. But when it comes to brunch, I rely on my gut, my intuition, and, let’s be honest, whatever looks the prettiest when it comes out of the kitchen. I went with:
- Truffle Scrambled Eggs on Sourdough – Fluffy. Decadent. Life-changing. Like, WHY don’t I put truffle on my eggs every day? Oh right, because I don't casually have truffle lying around my apartment.
- Lavender Honey Latte – Do I fully understand what lavender in a coffee does for me? No. Do I feel like an effortlessly chic French girl when I drink it? Absolutely.
- Side of Crispy Prosciutto – Because bacon is great, but prosciutto is basically bacon’s sophisticated European cousin.
The Vibes (Because Brunch is More Than Just Food)
It’s not just about eating. It’s the whole experience. The people-watching? Peak entertainment. At one table, a woman was passionately explaining NFTs to her very uninterested date. At another, two girls were dissecting a text message someone’s ex-boyfriend sent at 2 AM. And then, of course, you’ve got the occasional West Village fashionista effortlessly browsing The New Yorker while somehow making a croissant look chic.
Let’s be honest—this is why we brunch. For the food, yes. But also for the lingering conversations, the clinking of coffee cups, the existential crises about whether or not you should move to Paris because this café just feels right.
Why You NEED to Go
Listen, I don’t say this lightly, but Café Amour is now on my official “brunch rotation.” If you also believe brunch is a sacred weekend ritual that deserves the best, go here. Immediately. Before all of New York catches on (which, knowing New York, will probably be next week).
So, if you see me at Café Amour, sipping on my overpriced-but-worth-it lavender honey latte, flipping through a fashion magazine I probably won’t actually read—come say hi. Or don’t and just pretend we’re both effortlessly Parisian strangers enjoying the perfect New York morning.
Either way, I’ll be back next weekend.
