I had been reading about brunch at Tiny’s for some time now, and last weekend Derek and I finally had the chance to check this place out. As soon as we approached the street corner, I spotted this adorable pink building smushed in between two Tribeca sky scrapers. It instantly stole my heart. And that’s before we even stepped foot inside.
Then, to our surprise, we were welcomed to the back room, where we were the only ones seated. Not to mention the wood-burning fireplace. For a second there, it seemed as if we had the whole place to ourselves.
A corner booth. French-pressed coffee. A fresh stack of blueberry pancakes, smothered in maple syrup. And the sound of a crackling fire in the background. Yep, this had to have been one of our favorite brunch experiences thus far.