I’m always on the lookout for new places to try, especially when it comes to brunching. I was looking for a spot to head to post-Soho workout pre-Soho haircut. I wanted to try something new and through some googling and cross referencing with yelp and came up with The Butcher’s Daughter.

The Butcher’s Daughter is a vegetarian, gluten-free, and dairy free cafe and juice bar. The only thing they serve that isn’t vegan is eggs. But most of the items on the menu can be made vegan. There was a good variety on the menu, and it’s definitely a place I’d want to try again when not brunching (the brunch is egg-heavy).

One thing I can say for certain – this place has shabby chic down pat. I am absolutely in love with all of the decor in there. It’s like Pinterest threw up. But in a good way. I could have sat and sat and sat. Which we did, because the service was pretty ridiculously slow. Luckily, we weren’t in a rush to go anywhere.

Now I must say, I am willing to overlook the slow service and say that it was Saturday brunch, it was pretty packed. I get it. The only reason it didn’t drive us completely insane is because of the waiter’s adorable French accent. Saying “I’m so sorry I forgot your muffin.” “I’m so sorry we’re out of tempeh, would you like zucchini bacon instead?” sounds so much better with a French accent. But then again, doesn’t everything?

I absolutely love love loved my spicy Cesar kale salad. I ordered with tempeh, but [see example above and imagine the French accent] they were out. So I took our waiter up on his offer for zucchini bacon instead.

Did it taste like bacon? Of course not. But it was pretty darn good nonetheless, especially considering I never liked real bacon anyway. It had a hint of sweet and a good texture. Definitely a win.

Paula went with the eggs benedict, which was over avocado and gluten-free toast. She pretty much licked her plate, so I feel confident in saying she liked it. Though I don’t quite remember what she said at the time.

For dessert we wanted some of their cookies (all out) or a scone (all out) so we opted for a blueberry muffin. It looked pretty but left quite a lot to be desired. It was incredibly dry and needed to be doused with the rather delicious jam that came with it.

Moral of the story? Come early, don’t be in a hurry, prepare to be swept up in the adorable-ness of the entire place, and skip the muffin. But I have to say – I’m a sucker for a good kale salad and shabby chic decor. I’ll definitely be back.