Even more impressive than Keith McNally’s finger-snapping knack for creating fun, atmospheric places that grow old gracefully is his co-chefs Riad Nasr and Lee Hanson’s ability to turn out such consistently satisfying, affordable grub. A deeply flavorful steak frites and an iron skillet of sizzling garlic shrimp are better than they have any right to be, considering the hipster-haunted scene. The sticky toffee pudding passes muster with finicky Englishmen, and where else can you get a Welsh rarebit this good—or for that matter, a Welsh rarebit, period? If you can park yourself there on a late afternoon, you and whomever you’re playing hooky with will practically have the whole white-tiled, sun-filled place to yourselves. — Adam Platt
Brunch
Sat.—Sun., 10 a.m.—4:30 p.m. On weekend mornings, Schiller's serves fruity Pimm's Cups to its bleary-eyed clientele, plus fresh-made dollar doughnuts and a thick hazelnut waffle doused in bourbon-flavored maple syrup.
My husband had been looking forward to eating here as a relaxed alternative to brunch at Clinton Street Bakery. We got seated right away and were given menus. So far so good. Our waitress seemed to be a bit out of it. I wanted Eggs Benedict - nothing on the menu indicated if it came with potatoes, so I asked. No potatoes I was told, so we ordered a side dish. My husband ordered the waffle with hazelnuts and maple bourbon syrup. The waitress came back and the waffle was the one thing they didn't have. The substitute French toast was deep fried with a few tasty berries and syrup. Not a great substitute. My Eggs Benny came resting on - you guessed it - a bed of home fries. And of course we got our side dish of home fries. Not mentioned at all by the waitress - not an oops or an apology. I loved the home fries, but not enough to eat them twice. And the white of the poached egg in my benny was not cooked in some places. All in all a mess and we'll never go back.
How this place made it on to any list, on ANY score, is beyond me. The service was at best workmanlike, but not one iota more --certainly not warm or solicitous. To say that the food was overpriced would be an understatement. The quality of the food presentation ( what else can I comment on since I had a simple brunch consisting of eggs, bacon, toast, potatoes, cappuccino and OJ) was strictly blah. The potatoes were greasy and had a reheated taste--read not fresh. The best item of the lot was the decaf cappuccino-- it was robust, tasty and foamy. I did lose some sleep wondering how the mostly young, faded jeans crowd that was brunching there could afford to do so, since few looked like buttoned-down investment bankers. Then it occurred to me that these were likely trust fund kids acclimating before the start of fall classes. In a nutshell: Do yourself a favor and stay away from this sub-par, overpriced dive. There is obviously hype driving the interest in this place, but DO NOT BELIEVE IT.