If on a winter’s afternoon you find yourself schlepping through (another) Williamsburg snowstorm and you end up at Battery Harris with a friend: take heart. You’re about to get warm.
Because: everything at Battery Harris is spicy Caribbean perfection.
Start with a Bloody Mary. So much horseradish.
If it’s brunch: don’t pass up the Swedish pancakes, served with ridiculously rich rum-infused syrup. Goad your Brunch Buddy into getting the vegetarian baked eggs so you can split the sweet and the savory. Sharing is caring.
If it’s supper: I’m telling you, Rastafarian-inspired ital stew blends all the heartiest, most beautiful vegetables with a coconut yogurt and tops it with charred tomatoes. So much smoky warmth, so much soul satisfaction.
Don’t forget the jerk-dusted fries or a filling Jamaican patty stuffed with curried veggies. Dunk that sucker straight into jerk sauce. Extra napkins, please.
Special note: if you’re taking a breather from Meatless Monday menus, the innocent-seeming Caesar salad will straight-up slay you. Raw habaneros and the saltiest anchovies set against the backdrop of crunchy greens and the most special Caesar dressing. Almost unbearable heat. Almost.
But. As Brunch Buddy and I might say, while toasting the endless New York winter: Caes the day.