I have a love/hate relationship with Peaches Hothouse in Brooklyn on 415 Tompkins.
I like the food. It's moderately priced. The scene is traditionally fun. But it is literally the postcard of gentrification in Bedford Stuyvesant. The restaurant is a welcome addition with an ode to soul food at some non-soul food like prices. But it's nothing crazy. And the chicken is great. And the waffles are importantly delicious.
But the people who frequent this place are less than desirable. I've been to Hothouse no less than 10 times and every time I've gone, there has been a wait. I expect that in Brooklyn. The hosts and the waiters tend to be less than thrilled to talk to the patrons about anything at alone, let alone about a seat. The patrons, on every occasion I've visited, seem to be regulars who stand in the gap between the waiters' piss poor attention to customers and their entitlement as regulars. Don't you hate a 'know it all'? We all do.
- Order the Hot chicken. The chicken is actually spicy in a very inspiring way. It's not over powering and it tastes rather good. It is nice and crispy and you are left wishing that this was how KFC hot chicken was supposed to taste. It's a chicken lovers dream.
- Stay away on Saturdays between 12-3PM. There is actually no reason to go to Hothouse during this time. You will get into an argument with some entitled hipster about where you are standing. It's just not worth the minor headache.
- Sweet Tea. Always order the sweet tea. Because life is better with real, southern inspired sweet tea.