Having Saturday brunch at a Uruguayan restaurant in Williamsburg, Brooklyn, I decided I wanted something hearty to help cure the hang-over from Friday night. I ordered the Croston con Morcilla, which is a Blood sausage spread on toast with a poached egg on top. While brunch enthusiast might enjoy the breaking of the yolk pouring over their toast, for me it left a yellow mess with my sandwich swimming in a pool of breakfast items. Biting into the blood sausage spread was at first strong and pack with flavor, something only my grandmother would like.
The plating, presentation and colors were certainly there in the dish. Unfortunately, my American palate couldn’t handle the heartiness of the egg and blood sausage at 11:30 in the morning. Next time I see blood sausage on a menu, I’ll ask for the pancakes instead.
Don’t go to Scotland where blood sausage is a breakfast standard. I think I’d like your grandmother.