We went here with my friend Julia who has managed to be her on undoing because she is so hard core that the only person worthy of being her nemesis is herself. This meant we needed to pick her up if we wanted to have brunch with her, and since she’s so fucking incredible we obviously did. She lives in the Concord area, so Talls and I packed her in our motorized chariot, begged her to try to rein in her glory so she didn’t accidentally destroy the car, and sped over to Concord center.
MSC has hella great drinks – good coffee, good tea, great fruit juice, and a mango smoothie that I believe Talls is now clinically addicted to. They also have incredible muffins that are huge and have some very interesting flavor combos, so if you’re passing through stopping to grab a muffin and a drink before heading on your way would be the appropriate thing to do. But we were there for brunch.
A buttery waffle
Brunch was… okay. It was a pretty standard affair, so if you like a basic, no-surprises brunch you’ll be fine here. I was bored. Helen’s across the way (which I have covered before) also does brunch basics but it isn’t dull the way it is here. Lots of Market Streets’ non-brunch fare is great: if you want lunch, skip the sit down restaurant and walk down to their burrito kitchen. Even their basic burritos are amazing. Brunch, on the other hand, is not their thing. I felt like they were just going through the motions. Their heart wasn’t in it.
Omelette. Hash.
It was fucking “meh” that when I looked at the pictures this morning to write this post it took me ten entire minutes to remember where the hell we had eaten. What clued me in? The chairs.
So yeah, this is not a rave review. It’s not rant of horribleness. This is a serviceable brunch, but if you have a choice go elsewhere. Or stock up on muffins and drinks and then go have brunch in one of the local graveyards. 100 extra fucking weirdo points if you do this while dressed up as a ghost!
Brunch the Fuck Up 