Lets be honest, if a restaurant famous for Easter Brunch is not packed on Easter Sunday, then there is something amiss. Despite first impressions, a perfect trifecta unfolded—starvation-level appetites, and a reservation at 2:00 p.m. (seated at 2:45) seemed at first a recipe for breaking my Easter resolution of patience. However, all of the potential irritants melted away as we were seated: cocktails, unlimited champagne, and a bottle of Dumol chardonnay were served immediately by our favorite server, Fran.
The service is a Bayside strength—attentive and knowledgable, but never overbearing. The excellent prix-fixe menu brought me the ahi tuna tartare starter, the swordfish over lemon risotto with green beans and cherry tomato salsa, and the three chocolate hazelnut crisp. The quality of the food, and my hunger, precluded me from actively listening to the jazz band in the bar or appreciating the beautiful art gracing the walls until my napkin was wadded up on the table.
Another bottle of Dumol and continued great conversation among the family gave rise to the true meaning of Easter: rebirth, resurrection, and a clarified redefinition of what is truly important. The Bayside experience, in all its blushes, brought into clear focus what this authentically means.