Alright, so I’ve traded the fog for the Florida funk. It’s a whole new world, people. A world where avocado toast is probably served on a croissant and the coffee is…well, let’s just say it’s not quite “It’s Tops quality”.

I’m on a quest. The quest of “where to eat brunch in Fort Lauderdale” will soon be answered for all of us! I’ll be sharing my experiences of eating at different restaurants for breakfast, lunch and dinner.

I’m on a mission, folks. A brunch mission. As the proud owner of a little coffee shop that slings the best damn sourdough in the Bay Area, I’ve got standards. High ones. So when I landed in Fort Lauderdale, a city that’s apparently obsessed with tanning and boats, I knew I had my work cut out for me.

Where to begin? This isn’t the Mission District. There’s no corner bodega slinging breakfast burritos with a side of attitude. No, here, they’ve got fancy waterfront cafes and brunch spots that look like they belong in a glossy magazine. It’s like stepping into a parallel universe where everyone’s hair is always perfect, and the word “hustle” is replaced with “zen”.

But fear not, my fellow brunch lovers. I’m on the case. I’ve got my trusty notebook, a healthy dose of skepticism, and a bottomless pit for mimosas (or at least that’s the plan). Stay tuned for my brutally honest reviews of Fort Lauderdale’s brunch scene. I promise to find the hidden gems, the overpriced disappointments, and everything in between. This city might be all sunshine and smiles, but when it comes to brunch, I’m here to bring the San Francisco snark.

Let the brunch adventure begin!

My first review:

Caffe Bastille: A Parisian Punch to the Fort Lauderdale Brunch Scene

Okay, so I’ve stumbled upon a little slice of Paris right here in this sunny, boat-filled paradise. Who knew? Caffe Bastille, you’ve managed to transport my taste buds straight to the cobblestone streets of the City of Lights.

Now, I’m not one to easily give compliments, especially when it comes to food. I’m a sourdough snob, remember? But this place? It’s got that je ne sais quoi. The kind of French charm that makes you want to order another glass of wine (or in my case, a double espresso) and pretend you’re casually discussing existentialism.

The food is a symphony of flavors. It’s like the French kissed a brunch menu and created something truly magical. I’m talking buttery croissants that crumble with delight, eggs Benedict that would make a Parisian chef weep with joy, and coffee that actually holds its own against my beloved It’s Tops brew.

The atmosphere? In a word: chic. It’s like stepping into a Parisian café, minus the beret-wearing artists and the endless stream of smokers. The service? Attentive without being overbearing. It’s the kind of place where you can linger over your meal without feeling rushed.

So, if you’re tired of the same old brunch spots and craving a taste of something truly special, do yourself a favor and head to Caffe Bastille. Just be prepared to have your brunch expectations completely redefined.

Disclaimer: This is not a paid endorsement. I’m just a really enthusiastic brunch enthusiast.

Stay tuned for my second review!