Il Buco
As if anyone ever needed a reason or an excuse to dine at Il Buco. We know. Preaching to the food loving choir. Though still, the praise must be sung. In the vein of the brunch we imagine that face that launched a thousand ships would have casually indulged in, start your morning off loafing luxuriously, bathing your freshly tanned, Greco Roman royalty self in flights of olive oil with Il Buco's extra virgin olive oil tasting. Decadent. Divine. Shiny as all get up. After oiling up, try a little Fried Rabbit, dressed plainly in honey, pepper and lemon, and their all poshed up Waffle, with huckleberry compote, hibiscus butter and mascarpone. Dolce.
Il Buco, 47 Bond Street
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