This post is way overdue for a few reasons:
- This past month I’ve been busy making some important life changes, like getting a new job! Very exciting. Also made me very busy.
- Wedding planning. Every once in a while I have these spurts of wedding planning weeks. This month was one of them. Save the dates, bridesmaid gathering, and dress shopping ate up a gap of my time.
- This post needs to be perfect. I couldn’t just slap it up here with a half-hearted explanation of what we ate at Local 149. It deserves more than that.
So! Last time I went to brunch I was lucky enough to grab a spot at Local 149, a small, cute, very original restaurant located in Southie (owned by the same people as the Biltmore Bar and Grille…so hello. You think I’d miss this one?)
I never go to South Boston. Actually, I had never been before this brunch. Like several restaurants I go to for these events, I am usually trekking out to them because I live in Newton. But they’re always worth the trip. This one especially. The food was to. die. for. And I mean that in the most literal sense. They fed us so much food that some of us may just as well have been diagnosed with an overdose of food. But hey. If someone declared my death as “overeating from delicious brunch items”, I think I’d be very proud of myself in the afterlife:
Dead Someone: “Slipped on a patch of ice. What about you?”
Dead Megan: “Ate too much delicious food.”
Dead Someone: “Jealous.”
Dead Megan: “You should be.”
Alright. Before I get any more morbid than I already have, let’s move on to what was actually served to the brunchers at Local 149.
When I walked into the restaurant, the servers were already placing charcuterie plates on the table. This isn’t a typical brunch item in my book, but I’ve never been picky about what I eat at what time of day. So I dug in. And it was delicious. Crusty bread. Spicy mustard. Salty meat. Salty cheese. Yes. You’re hearing “salty” in positive tones on this blog. If the salt is on the right thing at the right time, my tongue accepts it. I do believe I scraped up the last of the blue cheese on the platter. And I never feel bad about polishing off food. Nor am I shy about it.
Local 149 was not shy about their alcohol. They served us five alcoholic drinks in the span of 2 1/2 hours. Being the lightweight I am, I did not finish all of them. But I did try all of them–and loved every single one. The first one they served was this real coconut, filled with coconut rum and other sugary goodness. If I’m ever a hostess for a party, I’m going to try my hardest to serve this drink. It impressed everyone at our table! Other drinks they served us included the prosecco pomegrante mimosa (pictured above), a bloody mary (which I liked–and I never like those), and a peach and mint sangria. Can you say “yum”? (or “OMG”?)
I can. I did.
Oysters. Again, another item I wouldn’t expect to see on a brunch menu, but Local 149 doesn’t kid around. This is no hotel buffet. This is classy with a casual feel at its finest. These oysters went like candy. They came with a beautiful raspberry puree that made your mouth water for more.
Waffles. That’s more up my alley for brunch food. These were chicken and waffles. Not unlike the ones they served us over at Biltmore. These were slightly different, with blueberries and a blueberry syrup, but just as delicious. One didn’t outperform the other in taste or appearance. I’ll take 3 plates, please. Well, I would have been able to eat more waffles had the next 700 courses not appeared in front of us…
Sausage? Lamb sausage? With some pretty little radishes on top? Don’t mind if I do. Despite our stretched stomachs at this point, the brunchers had no trouble polishing this plate off. It’s rare that I eat meat, especially lamb, so when the occassion presents itself, I leap. Well, more like dive. And my taste buds thank me.
I’m almost afraid to tell you what was on this brunch pizza, because you might try to jump into the screen and eat it. (If you haven’t done so already.) Ready? Bacon. Quail eggs. Arugula. Creme Fraiche. Sesame seed crust. Everyone’s jaws dropped when they saw and heard what was on this pizza. Again, we were stuffed by this point. But I managed to inhale two slices of this. Because otherwise someone else would get the pleasure of eating it. And any leftovers would’ve gone to waste… This pizza was definitely my favorite item they served us. I would eat it every day if I could somehow get a hold of quail eggs..?
Oh what? You thought I was done? Nay. Next up was their French Toast, soaked in espresso martini and then coated in Chex cereal. And yes, that’s bacon on top. As well as whipped cream. And a few M&Ms in the midst of things. At this point I had to skip the bacon and only have a few bites of the French Toast.
But oh. This was good. Give me that pizza with this French Toast for dessert and I’d be set for life.
What’s that you ask? That’s a Lobster McMuffin with a side of home fries. I know, right? That thing is huge! By this point, a lot of people were quite frankly sick of eating. On top of it, more than one person didn’t like this dish at all. I’m not sure if they didn’t like it because they were full, because it was so huge (it doesn’t look that appetizing), or simply because it wasn’t good. Period. I thought it tasted good. But it did not outshine any of the other menu items we sampled. It was just a face in the crowd.
Last course of the day. (Finally!) Yorkshire pudding with chicken sausage and a poached egg. This dish was placed far from me, and I only had one bite. But that one bite was fabulous. It was creamy, savory, perfectly salted, and somehow fit into the depths of my stomach!
And to top off the several thousands of pounds of food that Local 149 served us that day, out came a tray of chocolate shakes. Damn. Just when I thought I couldn’t eat anymore, the old saying “there’s always room for dessert” rung out in my head, so I cautiously took one sip of this shake, and immediately found myself standing at the Pearly Gates. Chocolate is my weakness. Needless to say, this creamy, cocoa-y, sinful delight was slurped down into my stomach cavity.
And no regrets were had that day.
Overall, is it worth the trip to Southie to dine at Local 149?
You don’t need to ask me twice. Next time you’re craving a Sunday brunch, head there and choose one of these amazing items they offer on their menu.
Charming service, too. The wait staff was extremely attentive and answered all the questions we had about the food.
Note: This meal was provided to the Boston Brunchers free of charge from Local 149. But as usual, all the opinions expressed here are my own.
























