When the Talls and I first moved into this area, we immediately went on the hunt for a regular brunch place. We were shocked to find none we liked within walking distance. This was before Madrona Tree started to do brunch (although their hours are still fucking short. Who the hell stops breakfast food at 11am on a Sunday!?), and we were bereft. Where would I get my french toast fix? Who would ply us with sausage and bacon? It was all very sad, especially since Somerville and its fabulous collection of brunch places were right fucking there and we had easy access to both a car and buses. But we sobbed anyway. It was really pathetic. It did lead to the creation of the Brunch it Yourself shit though, so that was good.
But lo, the Internet did say that a fancy-great Mexican place nearby had a great brunch! We were skeptical, but desperate. So off we went to Acitron, which has since become our local brunch go-to. Isn’t that always how these melodramatic stories go?
Huevos Benedictos – please note the inclusion of an ENTIRE avocado.
Acitron’s food is great and the staff are fabulous. They tend towards the savory and you can even get a really great omelet with cactus in it. There’s still crepes and french toast, but I haven’t even tried that yet because their egg-based concoctions are JUST SO GOOD. Also, every plate gets tasty fresh fruit as a side, and how can I say no to that?
Fresh made tamale! So delicious she forgot to eat her black beans.
There’s some fab hash under all that egg.
Learn from me, brunchies: don’t be afraid to go to a restaurant that makes no intuitive sense as a brunch place. It may just be the greatest brunch place of all.
Brunch the Fuck Up 