In the many times I had visited New York (I even used to go to boarding school in Long Island) before I moved here, I had never been to West Village once. Now I think the charm of New York would never be quite the same without this quaint and serene neighborhood that I'm lucky enough to call home. I fall more in love with West Village with every passing season, if that's even still possible.

With the initial intention of having brunch at August, Kevin and I ended up eating at Sant Ambroeus, which is on the corner of this gorgeous street:

They do an Italian take on classic American brunch foods so I had scrambled eggs on crostini with parmesan and Kevin opted for an omelette with prosciutto and cheese. They also make a mean iced latte, and people come in all the time to get one to go.

As every meal has to end with something sweet in my book, I had cornetti (an Italian croissant) with butter and jam.

Sant Ambroeus NYC

Find them here for a great weekend brunch: