According to some super trustworthy website, the average 27 year-old male thinks about sex 13 times a day. If you switch out the thought of sex with food, then you have the daily brain activity of my boyfriend. It is due to this statistic that I almost always tune out when he goes on about some restaurant opening around the city. With feigned enthusiasm and the patience of a piano teacher, I caught the miserable G Train (on a Sunday) to Queens to visit M.Wells, the subject of my boo’s current infatuation. 



Sitting in perfect obscurity among grubby factories and railways, M.Wells is your quintessential diner. From the outside, it looks like an old, broken-down city bus and on the inside there's a long, broad bar flanked by deep booths. The menu is French Canadian fare, entirely reasonable and completely generous. Opened just a year ago by Hugue Dufour and Sarah Obraitis, M.Wells has kind of blown up, (voted by The New York Times as one of the 10 restaurants in the world worth flying to) and yet that New York City "buzz-restaurant" arrogance is entirely absent.

For brunch, the menu consisted of spaghetti sandwiches, fish'n'chips, bone marrow, hamburgers, escargot, Vegemite tartine, banana cream pies, and so many other amazing plates I can't even begin to describe. I went with (and yes, it's a lot) the greens with buttermilk dressing, sausage and egg on a housemade English muffin, and the seafood and béchamel cobbler. Going that extra mile for y'all, I took the liberty of filming my cobbler straight out of the oven.

Editor's Note: M.Wells is set to close its doors at the end of the month, new location to be announced.



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