Brunch at Bubby's.

On weekends, Sir and I like very much to cook breakfast. We get so geeked out about cooking, I think one of these days we just might film a little demonstration. Get excited! But Dumbo is full of good noms, so sometimes we like to patronize the local businesses instead - a little brunch in the 'hood.

We've gone to Bubby's Brooklyn a few times - super delicious, and they use a lot of local ingredients, which is cool. However, it's often crowded and chock-full of screaming children. I'm always a little startled when I see children in NYC, my little adult playground. Where do they come from? Why are they here? What are they always screaming about? How did they hear about Bubby's?

WHAT DO THEY WANT FROM US?

Not ideal.

No matter, we headed out, hoping for a pre-spin protein binge and a baby-free brunch adventure.

Scene on Water Street.

Sir, being all Gossip Girl in front of the Manhattan Bridge.

Bubby's! Cash only. What is that about, by the way? So many cash-only places in BK.

Sip.

Empty bar.

Brunching.

Remnants.

For whatever reason, the joint was almost totally empty and mostly free of small children. Perfect setting for a relaxing Saturday brunch.

Huevos rancheros, at the waiter's suggestion, were divine and perfect as a balanced and healthy protein-filled nosh. Hand-made corn tortillas and black beans as a base for creamy scrambled eggs, queso cotija and salsa. Topped with avocado slices and fresh cilantro for a bite of brightness. Like breakfast Chipotle, only better. Pretty easy to make at home, I'm thinking. And bonus! gluten-free.

Sir took a photo; I was too busy chowing down and forgot entirely.

I'm putting huevos rancheros on my cooking teux-deux list. Mmmm.

Brunch in Brooklyn, what could be better? Get the huevos rancheros; leave the babies.