It was a brisk and blustery day in Brooklyn—Williamsburg, to be exact—when the Brunch with Bear team ventured to the hipster borough for the very first time. There, we found Waffle and Wolf, the hybrid of cuisine-so-trendy-you’ve-probably-never-heard-of-it and our childhood dreams of eating waffles for every meal.
Waffle and Wolf is located at the corner of Graham Avenue and Withers Street in Brooklyn, which is a short walk from the Graham Avenue stop on the L train. If you’re coming from Manhattan, the L train runs across 14th Street which is easily accessible from Union Square or the surrounding areas.
The Waffle and Wolf shop is small, but in a cozy, rather than cramped, way. The few tables are well-spaced and the register at the counter barely hides the waffle irons and various ingredients that lurk in the kitchen. The ever-changing menu reveals two categories of savory and sweet, with an allergy-friendly warning on the bottom. (Sadly, the dairy-free buckwheat option is more expensive, but only for a quarter which is really not that bad compared to some restaurants’ five-dollar-fees etc.)
We decided to try one of each—a savory one for our brunch, and a sweet one for our post-brunch dessert. For our savory waffle, we chose a hearty waffle of olive oil, prosciutto, tomatoes and olives—hold the mozzarella. For our sweet waffle, we went with currants, walnuts and cinnamon-roasted apples.
The wait time was significant, though there were not many people in the establishment. We sipped water from mason jars whilst we waited. The longer wait was partially due to the fact that our server accidentally put mozzarella on our savory waffle and had to remake it. As consolation, he gave us some free kale chips which are every bit as strange and leafy as it sounds. Also, our sweet waffle came out first, so it was a dessert-first sort of meal.
The sweet waffle was as warm and gooey as apple pie, but heartier because of the buckwheat waffle. The density of the buckwheat made the waffle more filling, and the walnuts and currants added a strange texture that created something much more substantial and daunting than a piece of apple pie. By fork or by face, this waffle was difficult to eat as a cohesive unit, but absolutely worth the effort.
The savory waffle was definitely savory—salty, olive-y, meaty. The buckwheat waffle was so filling that I ended up just eating the “stuff” inside the waffle instead of finishing the entire thing on its own. The waffle was chewier than a typical sandwich, but because it was a fresh waffle rather than toasted bread, it also did not scrape the top of my mouth, which is a hazard I find when eating sandwiches.
The kale chips were not my favorite, but I must admit I’m biased against kale on principle. The weird, baked “chips” were simply dried kale leaves that melted on my tongue in a bitter and leafy way that was distinctly different from the expected cotton-candy-situation of things melting on tongues.
The clientele as well as the staff is definitely your typical garden-variety Brooklyn-hipster, complete with the fedoras and the coated jeans. In an effort to blend with the scene, the Brunch with Bear team is now contemplating getting bear tattoos and shoes with individual toe sockets on our way to a music festival. (Obviously, Bear wore his Columbia letterman’s jacket ironically.)
Overall, Waffle and Wolf was a strange premise but a simple and pleasant dining experience. The plethora of options, the allergy-friendliness and that we got to eat waffles in taco-format was more than a bit of a thrill. The waffles themselves were filling and warm, which was the perfect fuel for a long day of traipsing and adventuring in the cold. In addition, Bear appreciated the nod to his fellow animals in their logo and name, especially after such a pleasant experience with fellow wolf-lovers at Lupa. As a result, Waffle and Wolf gets a full two paws up!