Brunch has always been an urbanite’s meal of escape.

There are little to no time constraints on the occasion. Alcohol is available and often encouraged before noon.

Coffee is available in large quantities to be enjoyed only in slow sips, out of big cups, instead of hurried gulps out of white styrofoam before a 9 a.m. meeting. And the portions can technically be the size of two meals without the least hint of fret or frown.

“Ah, what the heck? It’s brunch!”

The management of 611 Supreme knows brunch and they know just how to make it the best decision you’ve made on a Sunday morning in a long time.

Frequently crowded on weekends after 11 a.m., but never a long wait, 611 Supreme is divided into two separate, equally romantic, realms: the dark, sumptuous and pillow-laden bar and the light, Provençal restaurant.

Hoping to rid our bodies of last night’s toxins, we were seated at an airy bench-and-chair table. In what appeared to be a complete disconnect from 611’s south-of-France stylings, hip-hop and techno music droned a little too loud on the speakers.

Fortunately, what could have been beginning of a terrible set of headaches was promptly cured by the delivery of 611’s prodigious coffee.

Served devilishly dark and rich in a French press that you help prepare at your table, we were glad we made the decision to forgo the Broadway Starbucks. Indeed, I would go so far as to propose a re-branding campaign of the coffee service as the panacea “Hangover-Be-Gone.”

611’s coffee, however, cannot be eclipsed by the delicious decadence of their crepes. Prepared light and crispy (never soggy or overly eggy), the delicacies are served in either the sweet or savory variety.

Opting for the savory, I found the Le Fromage des Oeufs ($7.50) an enormous, artfully presented crepe liberally drizzled in gruyere, stuffed with two eggs sunny-side-up and accompanied by a warm side of near-melting spiced potatoes.

My partner’s savory Le Jardin ($6.95) crepe arrived equally well-presented and stuffed with an array of mushrooms, tomatoes and fresh spinach — and, of course, a healthy dose of gruyere.

While both offerings lulled us into the usual blissful, post-brunch stupor, we rounded out the meal with a large pot of hot chocolate, served in a traditional French-style bowl and mind-blowingly rich.

And despite the fact that we were more inclined to take a nap after our visit, this writer believes 611 makes a terrific night or daytime date spot or a wonderful place to take your parents in order to prove that you do, indeed, have some class.

— Maureen Trantham

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