November 3, 2014
Here’s the thing, not sure about you but when I hear the word “oatmeal” I’m thinking “1 minute microwave breakfast that I wont even remember eating by the time I get to work.” Yeah, sure, we’ve all seen those gorgeous instas of “overnight oat bowls” with the meticulously placed bananas, chia seeds, granola, what have you… but what betch REALLY has the time?
Solution? OatMeals a.k.a. the place that’s going to make you question everything you’ve ever felt about oats. It will have you secretly wanting them for breakfast, lunch, dinner, and of course, dessert.
CA-UTE. Tiny, but cute. Once you’ve gone a few times the staff will get to know you and you’ll start feeling at home. Seriously, they won’t judge you when you show up sans makeup + major bedhead.
Beyond. The whole place is basically a giant window, hellooo perfect lighting. Also, you’d literally have to TRY and get something ugly – all of their oat-meals are just as satisfying to look at as they are to eat.
You never know, but if you do this probably isn’t the place to try and snag a #selfie. Too chill to make a scene.
Sneaks, sandals, slippers, barefoot… basically anything goes.
Well, I guess technically it’s a breakfast place, but I may or may not have been there multiple times in one day…
Neighborhood: Greenwich Village
Young hip Greenwich Villagers, oatmeal fanatics, aspiring foodstagrammers, and of course the random mom who read about them in Women’s Health – oats don’t discriminate.
The one downside of this place is that the options are literally endless. Literally. Pretty sure you could come here everyday for a year and not get the same thing twice. Overwhelming? Very, but what betch doesn't love a good challenge.
First of all, if you’re a savory kind of gal who’s never been to pshyched over oatmeal – you’re in luck. They have BOMB savory options like The Elvis, with peanut butter, banana, bacon, honey and sea salt (don't knock it till you try it, it’s fucking amazing).
The Canadian: cinnamon roasted apples, sharp cheddar cheese, bacon, maple syrup, and seat salt. A savory lover’s actual dream.
Truffle RisOATto: props on the clever spelling. What betch turns down anything with truffle? This is like a full on meal, too heavy for breakfast so here’s your perfect excuse to come back for seconds.
And of course, if you’re like me your sweet tooth has been a problem for like, your whole life. Ever wish you could have froyo for breakfast? Be honest, the answer is yes. When you’re having those kinds of mornings just remind yourself that this place exists.
S’mores: Yeah, you heard right. Marshmallows, graham crackers and all. Forget the bonfire.
Banana Cream Pie: This shit is bananas and will have you channeling Gwen Stefani circa 2004. B A N A N A S + nilla wafers, vanilla, brown sugar & heavy cream… dying for it.
TIP: if you’re picky and menus overwhelm you, the “make your own” option is probably your best bet. They have an actual wall full of toppings and there IS an option for everyone. The beauty of this place is that anything goes. You can be as simple or go as topping crazy as you’d like – it is a no judgment zone.
Um hellloooo, Oatmeal is gluten free. Of course, some of their toppings have gluten but most everything on their menu is gluten free friendly!
For all you lazy betches out there, they also deliver.
120 West Third Street
(Between MacDougal & Sixth Avenue)
New York, NY 10012
**ALL PHOTOS CREDITED TO @HUNGRYBETCHES