Sunday’s Best: Brunchin’ at Little Alley Steak

Written by Colleen Ann McNally | Photography courtesy of Jeremy Adamo

Chicken+waffles_JeremyAdamoThe end of the weekend just got a little easier to swallow. Now you can enjoy this Canton Street staple, Little Alley Steak, sunny side up. Located in the center of downtown Roswell, Little Alley Steak debuted its brunch buffet in June and continues to dish up Southern favorites each Sunday beginning 11 a.m. until 3 p.m., for those who enjoy sleeping late.

Tables in the dining room are transformed to serve up a feast for the eyes and stomachs. Little Alley Steak fully embraces the essence of brunch – a blending of breakfast and lunch – with a spread of dishes that encompass both. Begin at one end of the buffet by sampling the Southern breakfast spread – biscuits and gravy, cheddar cheese grits, made-to-order omelets, drool-worthy bacon and sausage and my favorite, the Springer Mountain fried chicken and waffles.

If you’re a regular, you may recognize (or swoon at the sight of) familiar side dishes on the other end such as mushroom confit with roasted shallots and farm herbs, or the hard-to-beat triple cream mac and cheese with mascarpone and black truffle oil. There are also plenty of bagels and fresh fruit for your picking, if you have any room left on your plate.

The chicken and waffles are worth a second mention – and helping – topped to your own delight with seasonal berries, syrup and a finger-licking cinnamon sugar butter. I’ve never been a big fan of syrup, but I firmly advocate drizzling some not just on your waffle but the fried chicken as well. Your taste buds will thank you.

The beauty of the all-you-can-indulge buffet is that ages 10 and up can not only repeatedly fill your own plate for $26.95 (children ages six and under eat free), but there’s something for even your pickier eaters to enjoy. If all that wasn’t enough to get you out of bed, note there’s a bloody Mary bar for $12. You might as well find a sun-streaked seat by window and stay awhile to enjoy the little infinity that is left of your weekend, especially when a Canton Street parking spot is so hard to find.