Located on East 16th Street one can hardly imagine the luxurious interior. With a skylight and comfortable armchair seating, Cafe Zaffri’s dining area is a serene oasis. This Lebanese restaurant has an interesting menu for breakfast and so I decided to come here. I chose Zaffri’s Lebanese breakfast of two eggs, pork battata harra and market greens. Two perfectly made poached eggs nestled on a plate with the diced potatoes and pork belly that glistened and a green salad which had endives with its nutty flavor and is a favorite. I took my time to relish each bite savoring the peaceful atmosphere here. To begin I had ordered the pistachio hand pie but when it was set before me I realized that it was not the traditional hand pie I had envisioned. The covering was phyllo dough and one bite made me realize how sweet it was. “Lebanese Hand Pie” would have been a more appropriate name as then one wouldn’t confuse it. Fresh mint tea was made with fresh mint leaves and hot water poured into a teapot. It was pale and had little flavor. I thought longingly of the robust mint tea at the Arabian Tea House in Dubai which was would have brought more joy to this breakfast. Service here is hushed and unobtrusive. Madeleine, Woody and Sashank looked after me admirably. The quiet busboy was professional and gracious.
Memorial Day Breafast
Located on East 16th Street one can hardly imagine the luxurious interior. With a skylight and comfortable armchair seating, Cafe Zaffri’s dining area is a serene oasis. This Lebanese restaurant has an interesting menu for breakfast and so I decided to come here. I chose Zaffri’s Lebanese breakfast of two eggs, pork battata harra and market greens. Two perfectly made poached eggs nestled on a plate with the diced potatoes and pork belly that glistened and a green salad which had endives with its nutty flavor and is a favorite. I took my time to relish each bite savoring the peaceful atmosphere here. To begin I had ordered the pistachio hand pie but when it was set before me I realized that it was not the traditional hand pie I had envisioned. The covering was phyllo dough and one bite made me realize how sweet it was. “Lebanese Hand Pie” would have been a more appropriate name as then one wouldn’t confuse it. Fresh mint tea was made with fresh mint leaves and hot water poured into a teapot. It was pale and had little flavor. I thought longingly of the robust mint tea at the Arabian Tea House in Dubai which was would have brought more joy to this breakfast. Service here is hushed and unobtrusive. Madeleine, Woody and Sashank looked after me admirably. The quiet busboy was professional and gracious.