I first discovered Outerlands four years ago on a lazy weekday off from work. At the time, I was a pastry cook at a restaurant in the East Bay and I had Thursdays free. The original plan had been to drag my friend, also in the industry, to accompany me as I got my first tattoo. Naturally, that meant brunch first at the then-unknown log-cabin like establishment on the end of Judah street, a few skips from the beach.
Four years and two tattoos later, I finally ate at Outerlands again over Thanksgiving weekend. Long lines, parking, and the lack of adventurous and hungry company had been preventing me from visiting, but with the city becoming a dormant landscape for four days, the opportunity was too good to pass up. And so, similar to my last weekend brunch endeavor, my partner in crime, Aimee and I piled into the car at 9am on Saturday and nommed. Hard.
Outerlands doesn’t accept reservations for brunch, so we were EXTREMELY lucky that there was no wait for us. Pro tip: Order the seasonal Dutch baby as soon as you sit down, as it takes around 15-20 minutes to cook. In the meanwhile, there are copious Bloody Marys and mimosas to be had and pastries to consume. Their signature entree – Eggs in Jail – is so good that I’ve just about entered myself into permanent Outerlands arrest.
It may be only Wednesday, but it’s never too early to think about brunch!