Frankly, I have some issues with brunch: What defines brunch? Is it the variety of foods served? Is it the time of day the meal is eaten? Or is it the day itself, Saturday or Sunday, that makes a midday meal a brunch? Is it possible to have brunch on a Thursday? I’ll be the first to concede that bacon and eggs and a Bloody Mary is sometimes exactly what the doctor ordered after a long night. But generally speaking, I can do without brunch. I just don’t understand it, really.
Is Coco & Co always as full of young women as it was yesterday afternoon? If so, why? Is it the hen house modern decor? Does a restaurant serving mainly eggs tap into some kind of female fertility fantasy? Or is it perhaps the proximity to so much shopping that attracts the ladies to this address on a Saturday afternoon?
Furthermore, how do they all have such perfect skin? Are their good complexions somehow related to eating at Coco & Co? What is their secret?
I don’t know, but my Oeufs Coco, two poached eggs over english muffins with a bacon and onion sauce, were awfully good. The eggs benedict across the table were tasty, too, and the omelette next to me was fluffy and full of ham. All are served with a decent green salad and roasted potatoes by very friendly people, also with good skin.
And what’s that I hear? Is that Radiohead playing in the background?
I don’t know, but next time (and there will be a next time) I’m going to try the burger. If Coco & Co serves a good burger, then maybe I’ll reconsider my anti-brunch stance.
Coco & Co 11 rue Bernard Palissy, 75006 Paris +33 (0)1 45 44 02 52