Hamliton Ale House

Last Sunday was a, well, a lazy sunday (no magnolia cupcakes, unfortunately). The kind of day where you want a nice brunch, but you don't want to get on a PATH train or subway to do so. What's a Jersey City gal to do? Hamilton Ale House!

I ususally only go to the Hamilton Ale House for their food, which is surprisingly good for a pub and very reasonably priced. The neighborhoody vibe and casual atmosphere make for the perfect brunch setting. Don't get me wrong, they have a decent beer selection and a perfectly well-stocked bar, but it's just not my scene for drinking. For french toast, it is DEFINITELY my scene.

Behold, Tahitian Vanilla and Grand Marinier French Toast topped with roasted pears. The toast itself wasn't too eggy, and it retained just the right amount of liquid to give it a punch. It was juicy (but not soggy) on the outside, and soft and tender on the inside. The pears complemented the slight orange taste of the Grand Marnier. It had just the right amount of sweetness and tartness that adding syrup would be blasphemy. And the coffee wasn't too shabby.

My partner in crime, Q Anonymous, had Pumpkin Pancakes with Candied Walnuts. His lack of conversation hinted that it too was very, very good. So, if you're in the neighborhood (off the Pavonia PATH train stop), give Hamilton Ale House a try.