I’ve brunched at Red Feather the last two Sundays in a row. And I wouldn’t rule out a third. Or a fourth.
I tried it for the first time last weekend with my mom and sister, and I insisted Kenny and I go back this weekend. It is literally that good. And I ordered the exact same thing because I could not not.
After the beignets, I enjoyed a delicious bowl of coffee, while Kenny sprung for the DIY bloody mary bar. For him, what started as a shot of vodka, ended with a concoction of mix, olives, candied bacon, sriracha, spiced coconut, and onion powder. In one word of his? Unreal.
We also ordered one of their handmade biscuits and trio of marmalades. The marmalades are another reason I needed to go back, in particular the bourbon cherry one, although the pear and apricot versions are just as yummy.
They are not really sweet, sugary, desert pancakes. They come out dressed, with syrup and apple butter already on top, and there’s something almost savory about them, something almost smokey, and it just makes it. Just so right. I already think I know what I’m doing next Sunday.
But if you want hearty and full on savory, you order the breakfast sandwich. It’s hard to tell from the picture, but inside that fluffy, flaky croissant, you’ll find eggs, goetta, and boursin. And the thick potato wedge sides were just as good, rounding out the meatiness of the meal. I know Kenny was super happy with the pick.
So if you haven’t yet, make your way to Red Feather. It’s a perfectly quaint little urban eatery in Oakley, which is exactly why I love living where I do.