By New Times
By Robrt L. Pela
By Lauren Saria and Heather Hoch
By Deborah Sussman
By Robrt L. Pela and Amy Silverman
By Kathleen Vanesian
By Eric Schaefer
By Heather Hoch
If I said 'Tis the season," I bet I'd raise an eyebrow or two.
The holidays are over, babe," some of you would say. Long gone. Dead as that bottle of champagne we killed on New Year's Eve. History."
Well, readjust your thinking caps. I'm not talking about the holiday season, I'm talking about the brunch season here in the Valley. As far as I'm concerned, opening day has arrived.
Fortunately for you, I've done my research. I've found two great brunch spots, both reasonably priced. I mention price right at the outset because now, more than ever, it's an important issue.
Brunch, as you know, has become a very expensive proposition. And, for some people, no amount of great food or fancy, all-you-can-drink champagne can justify its big price tag. After all, these people say, it's the ritual of getting together with friends for brunch that's so much fun. Milelong buffets aside, it's only one meal. Why blow your weekly food budget? I couldn't agree more. Happily, some smart restaurants and resorts are making brunch affordable again. We may not be living in the good old days, but perhaps 1992 is the start of a brave new era.
At Etienne's Different Pointe of View at Pointe Hilton at Tapatio Cliffs, for instance, Sunday brunch is a bargain at $17.95 for adults and $15.95 for seniors 55 and older. This includes an unlimited pour of the Pointe's private-label California sparkling wine (champagne" comes only from France, don't you know), a big buffet, made-to-order omelets and more.
Children are welcome. You'll pay $9.95 for kids ages 9 to 14. If your progenies are 8 or younger and there are only two of them, they eat free. If you have more than two younger than 8, the remainder are charged the kid rate. Sorry. (Zero population growth begins to make sense, doesn't it?)
The view from Different Pointe of View is spectacular. We are seated at a corner table with a panorama of the mountains of the north Valley. The light is gorgeous. It enters the dining room through huge, floor-to-ceiling windows and spills across the tables.
Equally illuminating is the service. For brunch waiters, ours are exceptional. They offer to take our photograph (with the camera we've brought to record this holiday occasion). They refill each and every champagne glass before we've even noticed they're empty. They remove plates and replenish used silver promptly. One waiter even scrapes a smashed strawberry from the carpet beneath our table.
When one member of our party asks to take home an extra dessert-a miscalculation of appetite-we are told, No problem." It is whisked away and returned to our table enfolded in aluminum foil shaped like a swan. No guilt trips here, just a willingness to please.
After sitting and sipping champagne for a time, our party rises. The buffet is a good one, laden with a variety of foods. For this first round, I fill my plate with a poppy-seed minibagel, pale pink lox, peppery pate, a chunk each of gooey Brie and nutty Swiss, crisp water crackers, raw veggies and black olives, plus scoops of a lovely potato salad containing green peas and a cold tortellini-and-cheese salad. I have assembled quite a feast. And all of it is so good that I manage to clean my plateÏthough it takes me some time to do so.
The buffet has no shortage of garnishes. Some of them mislead me. When I spot a plate of chopped Bermuda onion, egg yolk, egg white and capers next to a basket of water crackers, I automatically begin searching for the caviar. Unfortunately, there isn't any. Thankfully, the Cornichons on display are not a miscue. There's plenty of pate here for everyone. Meanwhile, the other members of my brunch party have chosen to do it differently. Some have already dipped into the entree selections. Some have returned to the table with omelets. That's what I love best about this meal-no rules.
On my return trip to the buffet, I dig into the hot stuff. Staff members stand behind silver servers, ready to assist. I try some of almost everything: one poached egg Florentine, a crispy duck leg, a medallion of coconut chicken, a morsel of mahimahi, wild rice, julienne vegetables. The only item I miss is the pork loin. It's the last item on the table and I simply don't have room: on my plate now, or in my stomach later.
Frankly, I don't miss it. To my amazement, I again like everything I taste. What I especially like is the size of the entree servings. The portions are small enough to allow me to graze at will, to try a little bit of everything. Bless chef Erasmo Kamnitzer and the staff of Different Pointe of View for this accommodating innovation, one I consider a brunch milestone.
I give them equal applause for my poached egg Florentine-like eggs Benedict, only with spinach instead of Canadian bacon. It is still hot and runny inside-the way I like it-when I cut into it, even though it has been sitting in the tray for a while. This, too, is a brunch achievement.