Ever since I went to brunch at Marché to celebrate my twenty-first birthday, being there on Sunday mornings has become a top priority whenever I'm in Nashville. There is something seriously special about this place. We happily waited an hour for a table with pomegranate and blood orange mimosas in hand. It truly feels like a leisurely morning in France; although the restaurant is constantly packed, the waiters seem happy, relaxed, and don't rush you in the least.
They serve their espresso drinks in bowls (hello homemade chais and pumpkin lattes) and their use of fresh, organic ingredients is evident in their food. We began with the homemade bread basket, served with honey, nutella, apple butter and almond butter. The simple green salad served alongside each dish was truly French, consisting solely of romaine and flavorful dressing.
We were so full that we couldn't eat again until dinner (but isn't that the point of brunch?) and I honestly cannot believe we ate at Burger Up the same day.* Although skipping dessert was absolute torture, I couldn't help but admire the elegant french cookies and impressive layer cakes. I'm still dreaming about the butternut squash tarts that taunted me from the case.