Brunch at Sticky Rice I talk a lot about Sticky Rice. Like, A LOT. I always tell people to go there, and I routinely force my friends to trek out H St. for tots and sush. Come on, tater tots and sushi in one menu? And a liberal use of srircha? It doesn’t get much better than that. And on top of that, the sushi isn’t your standard spicy tuna rolls and cucumber rolls—they’re inventive and wacky and delicious. And there are enough options on the menu to keep me coming back again and again (and again). When I heard Sticky Rice served brunch, I was intrigued. Would someone finally master my dream dish, the California bacon roll? Sadly, there isn’t an evil genius evil or genius enough in house at Sticky Rice to come up with that concoction (yet!), but there are plenty of other mouth-watering options. I forced my friend to get the Sticky Mess, which reminded me of a kitchen sink salad but without all those stupid vegetables getting in the way. It was rice and cheese and scrambled eggs and green onions and bacon and potatoes and so much more. It was stupid delicious. I had the breakfast balls, which has to be the worst-named dish I’ve seen in a long time. OK, this is the hangover cure I’ve dreamed of. Hangover cures are always such a greasy mess (ahem, red flannel hash at Founding Farmers) that I feel sicker after eating them. These breakfast balls were genius. Inari filled with veggies and rice and tempura fried with a creamy sauce on top. I mean come on. Amazing. I can’t wait to go back and try some more options—The Kevin Bacon, I’m looking in your direction. And when I’m not nursing the previous evening’s bad decisions, I’m also going to jump head first in to Sticky Rice’s brunch drink menu. Sakimosas sound pretty revolutionary. I will warn those who don’t make quick decisions on Sunday mornings that Sticky Rice doesn’t seat many people for brunch, so I would recommend getting there early and setting up shop. If you let the breakfast balls sit for a little while, you’ll be ready for a godzilla roll before you know it.

Brunch at Sticky Rice

I talk a lot about Sticky Rice. Like, A LOT. I always tell people to go there, and I routinely force my friends to trek out H St. for tots and sush. Come on, tater tots and sushi in one menu? And a liberal use of srircha? It doesn’t get much better than that. And on top of that, the sushi isn’t your standard spicy tuna rolls and cucumber rolls—they’re inventive and wacky and delicious. And there are enough options on the menu to keep me coming back again and again (and again).

When I heard Sticky Rice served brunch, I was intrigued. Would someone finally master my dream dish, the California bacon roll? Sadly, there isn’t an evil genius evil or genius enough in house at Sticky Rice to come up with that concoction (yet!), but there are plenty of other mouth-watering options. I forced my friend to get the Sticky Mess, which reminded me of a kitchen sink salad but without all those stupid vegetables getting in the way. It was rice and cheese and scrambled eggs and green onions and bacon and potatoes and so much more. It was stupid delicious. I had the breakfast balls, which has to be the worst-named dish I’ve seen in a long time. OK, this is the hangover cure I’ve dreamed of. Hangover cures are always such a greasy mess (ahem, red flannel hash at Founding Farmers) that I feel sicker after eating them. These breakfast balls were genius. Inari filled with veggies and rice and tempura fried with a creamy sauce on top. I mean come on. Amazing.

I can’t wait to go back and try some more options—The Kevin Bacon, I’m looking in your direction. And when I’m not nursing the previous evening’s bad decisions, I’m also going to jump head first in to Sticky Rice’s brunch drink menu. Sakimosas sound pretty revolutionary. I will warn those who don’t make quick decisions on Sunday mornings that Sticky Rice doesn’t seat many people for brunch, so I would recommend getting there early and setting up shop. If you let the breakfast balls sit for a little while, you’ll be ready for a godzilla roll before you know it.

Mar 5 2010

Photo